As I try to write what I feel,
My heart still yearns to speak them.
But my lips are stitched,
And no words can be spoken.
I used to be so consciously naïve,
Most of the time, so gullible
Which lead my heart to be fractured,
Tortured and badly broken.
I stumbled and fall,
Have learned to endure pain.
I have challenged even my worst misery,
Still got through it all.
As I try to write what I feel,
I realized that a broken heart is hard to heal.
But I am glad to know,
That I have loved, lost, and will love again.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Unspoken
Posted by C H E R at 11:45 PM 2 comments
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