My Untold Story
I'm confused between my mind and my heart,
Some mixed feelings; completing me or tearing apart.
I'm unsure of what has happened but I have a clue,
Yet I left it as an unchecked view.
Because I know the outcome or maybe I'm scared?
Or I like to keep my door covered not bared.
Or I haven't thought about it and like to keep it that way,
Or I have thought it long enough and don't like to say,
With incompleteness in my eyes, heaviness in my soul,
With lost capability to think and chaotic control,
I take sigh and think about my story, still untold.
Some mixed feelings; completing me or tearing apart.
I'm unsure of what has happened but I have a clue,
Yet I left it as an unchecked view.
Because I know the outcome or maybe I'm scared?
Or I like to keep my door covered not bared.
Or I haven't thought about it and like to keep it that way,
Or I have thought it long enough and don't like to say,
With incompleteness in my eyes, heaviness in my soul,
With lost capability to think and chaotic control,
I take sigh and think about my story, still untold.
Wowwwww
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