Saturday, July 22, 2017

Go On...




...

Words to speak, still not been chosen.

Feelings to express, still nothing were felt.

Tears won't come out, still plainly hidden.

Sadness still in suppress, still hidden deep.

Times running out, still keeps it tight.

Days fall out, still keeps holding on.

...

No words to say, not even chosen.

Feelings won't come out, but it felt.

Eyes trying to shut, keep tears hidden.

With sadness filling up, keeps it deep.

Thinking time will stop, trying to keep tight.

Still it may come, wouldn't stop to go on.

...

Jr.

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