Unspoken Words

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  • Lost Love

    Unspoken Words

    How far they drift away from my darkish-pink lips

    They there not come out my mouth like there was a magic spell not letting them out.

    Never meant to be spoken not even from the heart, they block my resurrection to a

    righteous path.

    No I love you, perhaps no good bye.

    Unspoken by these lips but my teardrops did cry.

    How long, how far can I fine a tongue that’s speaks

    What’s truly in my heart and what makes me weak?

    Not even my happiness, my love, my trust can dispel my unspeaking tongue because I

    still lust.

    At her beauty deep within, even as a peasant I committed a royal sin.

    Unspoken words has left my heart in grief because I can’t tell you how much I love

    you, how much my eyes miss you, how much I care, how much I miss your kiss

    You will always know the truth

    but the words are unspoken by these lips.

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    GinasDiamond commented on Unspoken Words

    11-09-2009

    Beautiful,Deep and Real! I look forward to reading mor of your poems.

    dancinghawk commented on Unspoken Words

    10-06-2009

    deep feeling ... is hard to articulate ... and hear you are ... beautiful piece ... really enjoyed this ... thx for posting!

    jmylez

    10/06/2009

    imgald u like it lol thanx for the comment

    AmandaT commented on Unspoken Words

    10-06-2009

    Nice!! Thats the way to keep it real. This piece is bitter sweet and tender. Good Work.

    jmylez

    10/06/2009

    thanx a lot amanda

    Ravoya commented on Unspoken Words

    08-26-2009

    i like this poem cause it reminds me of one of mine and i understand where ur comin from keep it up it's awesome

    cheohs commented on Unspoken Words

    07-08-2009

    Damn, that's real. Many times what we feel goes unsaid but there's that understanding between two special people that they just know.

    jmylez

    07/08/2009

    thanx for the comments bro,,,

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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