Better Left Unsaid

there are many things I could say,

a moment in the fading sunlight,

a quiet summer day,

an inner softness,

unexpected beauty,

unguarded,

private,
revealed from the inside,

just a passing touch,

but it was enough;

some things are better

left unsaid;

a different time,

a different place,

another life,

things could have

been different,

but the time is now,

the place is here,

the life already lived,

but still,

there will always

be that moment;

some things are better

left unsaid

you walk into my mind,

and the sparks begin anew,

there is a hunger for

everything you,

I want to touch you,

I want to hold you,

I want to be possessed

by you,

I want to pour out

everything that I am,

I want to make you feel

all that I feel;

some things are better

left unsaid.

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