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.
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.
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