Formerly Unsaid

Standing, still unsung,
are the lyrics your name creates.
Remolded by the sun,
reflecting from your face.

Building, still unheard,
is the rhythm of your breath.
Sweeping up the sail,
that beats heavy beneath my chest.

Sitting, still unsaid,
are the words upon my heart.
Melting on my tongue,
and falling to you hard.

Dripping, from my lips,
a bleeding and powerful truth.
Written on every wall —

“I still love you.”

 
 
 

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34 comments

  1. Wow! You practically captivated me with the first line, and it just got better. I love the musicality of your poem. Very smooth and skilfully written. And heart wrenching to boot. Shame too many of us can so easily identify with your piece. Brava!

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