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writer May 2015
The sky holds all the unwritten words
The thoughts which have never been spoken
The non-existing words in all the love stories
The feelings we can't express

It holds everything we can't bring to words. It's not just a sky, it's an open book. Full of secrets and fears.

It doesn't just hold clouds and birds, it holds way more.

**It holds you & me.
Lady Bird Apr 2015
boxes full of the reasons
why I can’t begin
holding the memories
that should have been
an empty closet of
my lost thoughts
forever unwritten
I guess this could be  WRITERS BLOCK !!!
Unwritten,
I set you free
Full of life,
Undying ecstasy
Open your eyes.
Break the ties that deny us love.
yasmine Mar 2015
i want to scrub my skin so hard that
every single cell you've ever touched of me comes off
erase your number and all our pictures
unfriend you and never see your face
you had a place in my heart
and i would have broken every single bone in my body
just to fix every single piece of you

my throat is raw and hoarse whenever i say your name
you're like salt water that makes me gag
trigger my senses and i cannot stand you
i hate your face and all that you stand for
i deserved better and i loved you with all my heart
you knew that and you took advantage

i hate you so much
you took all the love in my heart
i opened up and you made yourself
the ink in my unwritten book

you are the definition of all that i cannot stand
and i want to thank you for teaching me that
i deserve better than how low you put me
Lady Bird Jan 2015
caught in a spell
caged; blocked,
closed and locked
covered in tears
ink smudged
paint dried
all useless
patience is missing
running out of ink
words unclear
and unwritten
t Dec 2014
I want to tell you our story.
I want you to see it.
I want you hear it.
I want you to taste it, touch it, sense it.

I want you to feel what I feel.
Feel the happiness, the love
but also the pain and agony you've given me.

I want to tell you this story because you have no idea, because I've never told you how I feel.

I've left whatever our story could have been- Unwritten.
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
So much it wants to say,
so much it wants to speak.
My inflexible tongue,
useless and weak.
like blank pages
it ***** and flutters.
as if so much
it wants to utter.
It invites me to
explore and scroll.
I need a pen for
my unwritten soul.
Martin Feussner May 2014
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
That's all I have been doing
For what?
I don't really know
Maybe it's a girl
Probably the girl of my dreams
Dreams if written
Could take your last breath away

But of what use is this wait?
She is taken...
Forever out of my grasp
But yet
What I do is that I keep
Waiting...
For what?
I don't really know
Red Bergan May 2014
It has been sometime,
Since my pen has hit paper.
Since my words were expressed,
By voices unwritten.

It has been an exodus void,
For my heart...
Has made its collision.

Pain rips through me,
When my words are written.
To the page.
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