I wish I knew the right way to say this, or atleast,
The wrong way with the right words.
Lately however,
I've had to learn-
That whats left unsaid
Is surely better left unheard.
Knowing well the shows a no-go,
You find theres no use in
Rehearsal-
Why chase lies blindly
With the fleeting Time
Life has Provided?
All the While, Grain by Falling Grain,
Lifes Every moment piles up preparing
Quicksand: a home for those
Who keep their vile pasts present only to hide in,
For those who felt The Truth's Light
Shines far too brightly.
Speechless,
And I cant even blame the Verse
For choosing to remain locked
Inside this weary chest of mine,
Cause The only Love
That i got left to share
Was never meant to "stand-in" as another's waste of time.
Its role is a fire raging in the night under curious stars,
It cannot be extinguished,
Not a single part re-written,
Not even if its inked in
Her Beautiful, Broken-Heart's Language.
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