unsaid



I was just hoping you'd stay around
and I remember, quite vividly
to have tried to tell you something about
but then I realised I couldn't make any sound
I was voiceless, although giving you all the signs
for you to get what I was in need of
for you to read between the lines

Life is too practical, though
and you hung up saying you should go
and all those words got stuck in my head
and their bitter taste joined me in the bed.

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