I am the last page of an old book,
Waiting to be read the more that I age.
I am a letter soaked in the rain,
Waiting to be opened by someone who cares.
I am a silhouette in the dark,
Always there but can never be seen.
I am your tears when it rains,
Still there but never been noticed.
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
