E v e r y d a y
I open my eyes
There are alot of things
I want to say,
Words left unsaid,
Deepest secrets,
Beyond regrets. .
But with every thought,
It seems to choke,
My voice is buried,
Deep down this earth.
I might be thinking
Of the wrong person:

A p p r e c i a t i v e  but
U n d e s e r v i n g

I might be making
the same mistakes again. .
And those words so precious,
Will just  d i e   on   a i  r ,
Then, I might lose the will
To spell it again,
To the right person,
Who's not here
Y e t .