An Unspoken word, an unsolved mystery.
Our love now seems a long unwritten history.
It’s hard to hide and tough to cry, for you know not how much I try.
Tingles run through my spine, reverberating every inch of mine.
How much I yearn for you to be mine.
But it’s a hopeless barren ravine, plagued by the carcass of my love divine.
My lost love now lays buried in a deep grave.
Its for you and only you I crave.
But be sure it will never be up again.
It will remain unspoken like an illegitimate gain.
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