Unspoken

Unspoken is your precious name,

Unspoken is my will.

The fear that you won't feel the same

Still shoves me down from mount and hill.

So I build walls with bricks and grout

To only see you tear them down.

But constantly this voice of doubt

Just turns a smile into a frown.

I never want to see again

The empty face of grief.

I take a paper and my pen

To handle all my disbelief.

And what if I expose anew

The essence of my heart?

And are the tokens not too few

To risk to fall apart?