Sometimes I wish I knew
Where to find those lost words
Thought of, but not entertained,
Exiled, ever before they reached my lips.
I know they lie within me
Concealed in my heart, locked away
By a key my mind
Would rather I not find.
Not that I haven’t tried;
When the hour comes, I, frantic
Search the reaches of my soul
Sometimes, I find a careless word
But as I reach with yearning arms
Distracted by a pounding heart
Trembling, I breathe, just a blink
And the word is lost once again.
At times I ponder, would it be best
If these lost words remain just that;
But search I shall; for if I don’t
When the hour passes, and
The verses can no longer be said
My heart is weighed down by
The regret of what these lost words
Could have inked.
From where I stand,
What could be, sounds far better
Than living with
The burden of lament;
So before that hour comes,
Oh love
I wish with all my heart, I would
Have found those lost words.
So vivid and beautiful <3 !
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