Poem 11, by VJ. Kendall

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Unspoken

Bottled up inside me
Are the words I never said,
The thoughts I never shared,
And the lines you never read.

I'm feeling all sorts of out today:
"No I'm feeling great!"
I don't want to talk right now:
"I have to go; I'm late."

You can't see it in my eyes,
It's not written on my face,
But it's sitting on my tongue,
And I let it go to waste.

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