Unspoken, Undone

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I tried to speak —

But every word fell backward

into the pit of my chest.

My tongue, tied with velvet ropes,

could not utter a sound.

My eyes, bound by that enchanted beauty,

refused to look away.

I could not ask,

She did not answer.

Yet in that hush,

Everything passed between us —

like cool air through open windows

And my heart danced like many butterflies.

 

 

No vows were said.

No sonnets were spoken

Only the thudding of my ribs,

Sounding like mighty blows

Each beat a quiet confession

of love I could not articulate.

In the stillness,

My gaze wrote novels

Her heart read like scripture.

 

 

When she walked right past me,

The world returned in whispers —

The birds resumed their song,

The clocks remembered time.

But I remained undone.

My feet moved through air,

My breath still caught

in that space

between almost and never.

I stared with nothing in my hands,

But everything in my chest.

14/02/2017





Comments

  1. Anonymous6:56 pm, July 29, 2025

    This is so nice

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  2. Abdul-Haqq1:13 am, July 30, 2025

    Almost every young has had a fair experience of this. 😄
    Just over the weekend, there was this beautiful lady who came to our pharmacy to purchase some drugs. Believe me when I say her beauty was flawless and stainless. Her figure was as perfect as the art of Michelangelo. Her eyes so clear like glowing Pearls in lantern. “My heart filled my mouth”. I was rendered speechless. I was suspended between hope and resignation. My tongue was tired likewise… I just stared into the abyss, later pretending to double-check the drugs she requested over and over gain, just to steal some few more gazes.
    Unfortunately, at the end, there was nothing in my hand and everything was in my chest. I gave myself a slap for not being brave…

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    1. John Akanvariyuei Agandin8:03 am, July 30, 2025

      OMG! 😄You made me laugh so hard. I understand you bro. Sometimes, it just catches us off guard. We all have a story to share 😄😄😄

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    2. Anonymous9:11 am, July 30, 2025

      Confessions 😄😄😄😄

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