I have poured my heart out.
I’ve bitten my tongue.
Neither has seen fit to set me free.
In my heart’s captivation, whether spoken or stilled,
my words do no more than imprison me.
These lyrics of love were once my salvation.
Now, they but bind me in chains they’ve once broken.
How I long for the song which remains unsung;
held captive by words that may never be spoken.