The words left unsaid disappear under the shattered dreams of forever. You walk briskly, slicing the icy weather with each advance towards freedom. If you knew what you were running from, you'd reconsider the options. But if it weren't for the silent moments, I might not know your eyes are green and your write with your left hand.

The thought of losing gets me lost in thought. I though once, that forever was worth it. I though that was all I had and now that you've made your point clear. I depart the cold, stubborness of your heart. My hand trembles a little while working the door handle. Just a thought, but maybe so many things should have been said.

Deep down inside, I've heard the unsaid; felt it running through my veins. If only I felt to pursue it, I might have you in closer reach. Something I haven't said since, is sorry. Take it or leave it, but it's been said.

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