Left Unspoken

The doorbell rings.

It's only half past 2.

But already my life has halted.

Can't put into words why I cry.

But what can I do?

Without knowing everything I said.

My heart beats quicker without knowing.

And I guess this means we are through.

I cover myself with blankets tucked away in bed.

All the meaningless ideas.

All the thoughts of me and you.

All this, and now I feel dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

can't make the words fit just right.... but they are there... oh yes, they are there...

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