What happened to the stories,
left incomplete?
To the words,
left unsaid?
to the feelings,
unexpressed?
What happenes to the wishes,
you secretly make?
to the sorrows you take?
to the promises you keep,
to the tears you weep?
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They follow you,
to your grave.
They will exist,
In the fumes of your ashes,
long after your are gone.
Waiting to be fulfilled.
what not express?
Right now.
Some one is waiting.
to hear,
to be heard. ~ Jasleen (the.winged.soul)