Feel the unsaid…

Sometimes silence speaks unsaid words,
Even those that were once upon unheard.
The tongue doesn’t retain any bone.
Still can grow wild plant where flowers were grown.

They hide so much, and then what do they reveal,
For life’s not an agreement why make a deal.
They wear one and only mask for each day.
Hunting each day; making feelings their prey.

We are all responsible for all that we do,
I just wish wounds were external-easy to sew,
Wish to escape sometimes want to avenge.
But for definite peace is better than revenge.


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