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SophiaGrace
Guest
If I could cry a river,
a river would have run.
To let go is the hardest thing,
under this desert sun.
To speak the words of all,
and then see them come undone.
Leads to pain that ends in sleepless nights,
and less time in the sun.
If i had cried a river,
you would have never known.
For telling of tears is never,
something I will ever own.
I cut off speech without a word,
because words will not amend.
I could not speak to ask for more,
because I could not ask you to bend.
Some things are better left unsaid,
and so my hands encased,
the very thing that I have felt,
will henceforth be erased.
My head will turn away from you,
you will not understand.
Please know that I don't hate you,
I just can't go back to then.
a river would have run.
To let go is the hardest thing,
under this desert sun.
To speak the words of all,
and then see them come undone.
Leads to pain that ends in sleepless nights,
and less time in the sun.
If i had cried a river,
you would have never known.
For telling of tears is never,
something I will ever own.
I cut off speech without a word,
because words will not amend.
I could not speak to ask for more,
because I could not ask you to bend.
Some things are better left unsaid,
and so my hands encased,
the very thing that I have felt,
will henceforth be erased.
My head will turn away from you,
you will not understand.
Please know that I don't hate you,
I just can't go back to then.