The Unspoken

Hey Reader, You hear me over the Full Moon The words that never found a voice.The feelings locked away,breathing quietly in the corners of the soul.The smiles and glances still alivein the memory’s dim light.What will happen to them?Where do the unspoken things go?Sometimes I wonderwhat if we took life a little easier,a little softer,as if it were a poem still being written?So many truths we hide,so many small compliments unsaid,the ones that could change the worldif only they were whispered...