Words Unsaid
A pad of paper
Clicking pen
Words on a page
You wouldn't understand
Thoughts and feelings
Swirling in his head
Images of things unseen
His words remain not said
Circle of silver
Round and round
Shine from the bright works
Falling to the ground
She walks in the room
As the ring hits the floor
The look on his face
One never seen before
Copyright © Jonathan Thornton | Year Posted 2011
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