Part 2 – Echoes of What I Couldn’t Say
A quiet storm of words never said, drifting between silence and sorrow.

Now the nights feel longer still,
As silence bends against my will
I speak in dreams where no one hears,
And wake up tasting quiet chill
The mirror shows a hollow smile,
A face that walked through every trial
But deep inside, a voice remains,
Still waiting to speak its truth with style
Each moment lost, a frozen page,
Unread letters aging in their cage
So many thoughts I tried to tame,
But silence stole them with its rage
Would it have mattered if I spoke?
Or would your love have still broke
Maybe the truth was never mine,
Just borrowed words I never woke
Now when I stand where shadows fall,
I think of you but not at all
For I have buried what I kept,
And now I rise… though once I crawled
Thank you for reading 🩷🖤🤍💜❤️
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