Spilled
He told her
He loved her.
An expression
No longer containable,
Having grown so long
And overwhelming.
Not a request for action,
Or seeking answer,
Nor resolution.
They were passions
overflowed,
Gushing from the
Heart’s deep well.
Release or die
He had to tell her,
Drain them
Or drown.
It was a shattered
Silence he swore
He’d always keep.
But, they were
Only feelings.
It isn’t as if
He was changed…
Forever.
words are our only real power; our only real downfall
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