Some words are better left unsaid:
Too vile and too potent, too real.
Some words I cannot help but shed:
My heart beseeches to reveal.
Forgive me what I tell you now,
I know what wicked words I speak;
This addled mind remembers how –
I lived before to live was bleak.
This dwindled heart still flourishes,
This soul still wakens to a name.
The only ghost that nourishes –
My everything is in your flame.
The ebb of time forgives my sole -
Desire; If just one thing is true,
I give my mind, my heart, my soul,
All I have because…
…Some words are better left unsaid.