Unspoken.

Your the only thing that runs through my mind constantly. 
Your my meaning,

My thrive, 

My desire,

My lust.
Yet, you stay innocent of my thoughts and craves.
My life in my head, stays in my brain.

So that wondering ears may no more listen

to whispering tell-tales of a broken heart.
So that emotions may not be laughed at

by a crowd so dark.

The audience loves you, 

stand up and take a bow.
The music longs for you,

but singing gossip stops you now.

What I write within these words will never be said to face.
Just drowned out letters, 

concreted down,

never to be erased.

A deep depression slithers, and sinks slowly through my veins.
To stop,

and smile,

and smother me whole,
until sleep soon takes it's place.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I think that if words reflect a song, in some strange way this is the other end of the mirror https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3L4spg8vyo If this was something read a loud on stage than the music would fit the over all tone of this work. Something that digs deep.

[Stuff]

This was real beautiful, I really like this, a lot. [: I wish to see more of people doing this type of stuff!

[Manda]

wow this was beautiful. even though it was filled with anger and hurt it was still beautiful. words hurt but sometimes writing them out helps relieve some of that. the flow was very good and the grammar too! keep up the wonderful work!