# Speak

By [ky](https://paragraph.com/@ky-2) · 2021-11-23

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I’m waking up right here, with an aching love I feel. Its wounds have etched too deep; alone, my skin turns grey.

Desperate, I called with words I never thought I’d say on the phone.

A dead air between us — our lips sealed shut at the mess we left behind.

Of all the things I’d hide from you who’s by my side; the things that hurt the most are the ones that were left unsaid.

Hours have gone, and the air seems cold; arms with a lukewarm hold have become a missing tone.

Oh, hide me from the sorrows and take away the pain. This is not what I wanted; this is not what I dreamed.

Countless times, we could ruminate.

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*Originally published on [ky](https://paragraph.com/@ky-2/speak)*