Monday, July 11, 2016

Speak

In the midst of the storm, standing I, and still the tears flowing down my eyes,
knowing that I am still so meek, that I won't be able to speak.
But I have to gather some dare, to show how much I care,
and how much I appreciate, so as to make her rejuvenate.
This time I had to tell, as I don't want to knell,
and to make it useless speaking, and to make the words loose its meaning.
Speak before it becomes useless speaking, speak before the words loose its meaning,
speak before the very end, speak before we will sadden.