Yet again i find myself,
pacing back and forth my path,
Fighting back tears of
frustration, how i feel
the need to ask questions
better left unspoken,
for the answer is sure
to bring pain and sadness,
I want them...
But i will not risk the cost
for i would rather them be
left unspoken and silent
than be whispers of torment
in ones mind.
I don't know if i could do it.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Yet again i find myself,
pacing back and forth my path,
Fighting back tears of
frustration, how i feel
the need to ask questions
better left unspoken,
for the answer is sure
to bring pain and sadness,
I want them...
But i will not risk the cost
for i would rather them be
left unspoken and silent
than be whispers of torment
in ones mind.
I don't know if i could do it.
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