Gone to bed a million times
But never fell asleep.
Stood up and faced the world,
But never woke up.
Read a book to feel the fall
But never left the pages.
Told you I love you in my dreams,
But never kissed you.
Cackle by day;
And grieved by night.
Wrote down a poem,
And threw it in the fire to burn.
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Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-
