xi. unspoken
I always wish to have the courage to tell someone how much do I value him. How much do I love him? How much do I need him?
I don't know why every time I try to I ended up being coward. I know I should value him and tell him how much I love and need him in my life when he's still here. But I don't know why I can't.
I don't know why all the words I wanted to voice out so fucking bad ended up being unsaid.
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Like Daylight
Poetryall the words caged in my head, they're alive and clear like daylight. like daylight- a collection of poetry, 2020
