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Unspoken 3

Don't know why I called you.
I know it's all so wrong, but I
can't help it. I just did.

We laughed and talked about
a past that seemed so long, but there
was so much left unsaid.

A carefully orchestrated mess.
We danced around all the pain and ugliness,
though we both recalled it.

Both of us had some truth to say,
but we both let our foolish pride get in the way
and still there's so much left unsaid.

Don't know why I called you.
I know it's all so wrong, but I
can't help it. I just did.

We both know the past is somewhere
we just don't belong, and there
was too much left unsaid.

A carefully orchestrated mess.
We danced around all the pain and loneliness,
though we can't deny it.

Both of us had some truth to say,
but we both spent the time just too damn afraid
and there was so much left unsaid.
There was so much left unsaid.
AvidDreamer AvidDreamer 31-35, F Apr 4, 2012

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