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 —

β€œI still love you.”

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34 Comments

    1. Thank you so much for stopping by Ina! I really appreciate you reading and am honored you enjoyed it. πŸ™‚

  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!

  2. Wonderful job here Jess. You have a great way about harnessing your emotions and really infusing each word you pen. Powerful piece, thanks

  3. Love the weave and flow of the words in this one. My heart sings along with the rhythm, and stops cold at the language and imagery. Really quite a ride!

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