The things left unsaid,
love that goes unshared,
a soul that isn’t unbared,
beautiful thoughts unspoken

The fear of being misunderstood,
or the crushing pain of rejection,
of causing some form of tension,
or not finding the words

This just isn’t the time,
you don’t want to be a burden,
or make someone’s day darken,
we fear the pain it might create

You already know how it will go,
another disappointment,
or being judged too urgent,
you’ve learned from past failures

There’s so many reasons,
to hold what in that could free us,
enslaved to the mental grimace,
terrified of what could be

So we keep it all silent,
you’ll make time for it later,
it can all be said after,
lies that serve as today’s truths

There will always be tomorrow,
until tomorrow doesn’t come,
the predictable outcome,
for the things left unsaid