The Forgotten Poem

A forgotten poem,
is burning in my heart.
To just burst out
and play its part.

Wonder what it has to say!
A sorry?
To the Angry Lover?
Or a hai?
To a familiar stranger?

I wish I could let it burst.
And play its part.
But God forbid,
If it's a sordid confession.
If it were,
I would rather die.
Bursting my heart.
Than ..
Than to let it out.