Unspoken

Sometimes questions
are best left unspoken,
so there will never be
a promise made and
broken. When I hold
the questions in it
feels like I can't
breath and I'm choken.

Shut my mouth
and hold it in.
Hoping that the
urge for
questioning will
end.

My will to
as is bending.
It all started in
the beginning. When
I knew that my love
for you wasn't ending.

I'll leave my questions
unspoken. I don't want
you to make me believe
in the words you have
spoken, for my heart is
already broken.