Better Left Unsaid

There are many things I could

say to you,

there was a moment,

in the fading sunlight

of a quiet summer day,

an inner softness revealed,

beauty not seen from the outside,

unguarded, unexpected,

private,

just a passing touch;

but it was enough.

In a different time,

a different place,

another life,

things might have been

very different,

but the time is now,

the place is here,

the life is already lived,

but still,

there will always

be that moment;

some things are better

left unsaid

When you walk into my mind

the sparks begin anew,

there is a hunger

for everything that is you,

I want to feel you

from the inside out,

I want to pour out

everything that I am,

I want to explode within you,

I want to be possessed by you,

I want to tell you all that I feel,

but;

some things are better

left unsaid.

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