Silent Word
My thoughts and images come without question
Overwhelmed with desire, one is afraid.
Even though they are clear and passionately
Brought upon, he is captured with a scare
As uncanny as it may seem, he doesn't know why
This beautiful desire must not be delivered nor written
So many ideas with so much emotion oversees
Its own passion while they go away
He regrets to remember those pleasures and regrets to remind
Should have, would have, he can't believe
That they are lost, it was very clear then
And now its story will not be gladly seen.
Never again he shall commit this practice due to
Wanting to be represented and honored however it may be
It starts over and see's how one can show with practice
To make sure delivery and question will be at constant
Motion and pride.
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