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Kasaundra Watta May 2010
Stuck behind the eyes of a child
feeling like a phone, undialed
a text unread
something else to dred
stuck behind the smile of a loner
feeling the vibe of a stoner
**** wrapped up
sippin' ***** from a lil' cup
stuck behind the heart of the broken
feeling like an unused token
lever totally unpulled
machines heart redulled
stuck behind the life of me
feeling like a failure to what I must be
heart reshattered
like I ever even mattered...
May 7th, 2o1o
Kairee F Aug 2011
Thirty letters unsent.
Phones endlessly undialed.
Thousands of words unspoken.
Eyes wandering,
Glances stolen.
One secret.
Continual questions.
Does she still care?
Does he?
Both still in love?
Both okay.
Both not.
Both guises.
Both sets of walls.
Both sets of fears,
Fears of the unknown,
Fears of failure,
Threats of the future,
Pressures of the past.
Too many expectations?
Both too frightened to say.
Both too stubborn to part their lips and merely speak.
Tenacious in the worst way possible.
Thirty letters unread.
And will they ever be?
Break the chain,
Remove the mask,
Shatter the wall;
The answer may lie on the other side of love.
Alex B Sep 2013
Daily I am haunted with a thought I wish not to see
The inevitability of my parents passing, leaving behind me
So many unspoken emotions not yet said
Expressing my love  has never been easy
Often dreaming of how I could show my feelings
Sober ignorance leaves me quiet and careless
My parents are angels, I am truly blessed
Maybe one day I will see a guiding light to show the way
For today, another undialed phone call will be the extent of our day

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