My Unspoken

The unspoken

How I would give anything just to meet myself for the first time
The small innocent boy with white eyes and pure smile
Sometimes I wonder will that little boy ever come back to life
His hands so small yet so big to hold more dreams than I can run to
Now bigger but turned into fists insecure of what might slip through
His tongue used to say nothing but that which was true
Now even with the knowledge that the pain of the truth is bearable
And the hurt that comes with that truth that’s repairable
Yet still omits and fabricates actuality for reasons unto me unexplainable
Back when love was as simple as checkmark next to YES
Where you didn’t have to offer anything in exchange
He chose to love and believe in himself wholeheartedly like he knew no limits
Now It won’t be far fetched to say…

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