It's the urge in your soul
When your mouth waters,
Wanting to consume
That which you've only tasted
But to gobble brings guilt
To starve brings stress
And relief brings regret
It's the moment you want to cry
But you can't quite find
The topic of your tears
So you just sigh
And softly, silently
Implode
It's the pull you feel
To do things you can't explain
Just yet
And then you realize
You're only dancing
Into the gravity strings of the Universe
The Unspoken
It's the goodbye your eyes whisper
To the wee hours
When the magic colors fade
The sun comes up, bringing daylight
And morning
Says a lingering goodnight...
It's...the Unspoken...
That which calls your name
From no particular direction,
Gives you a kiss,
And sends you off to school
To face the bullies of the new day.
c. elyzsia 2001.
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