
unsaid #3
August 4, 2010wish you were here to listen to the music playing
the words the instruments are singing
the rhythms that reverberate
and crescendos that satiate
all that we kept unsaid

wish you were here to listen to the music playing
the words the instruments are singing
the rhythms that reverberate
and crescendos that satiate
all that we kept unsaid
meant to be?