Words unsaid..
An imaginary poem and an attempt to showcase the importance of friends in one's life...
A heart used to be
like a book unread,
till it became an open secret
when it wept, when it bled.
With no friends to hug
with no courage to stand,
with no wish to beat
with no helping hand.
The usual smiles, cheers
were long ago dead,
what was left was a pile
of the words unsaid.
Till there came a friend
who gave love, not sympathy,
a hand touched the broken heart
its lock found its key.
Now that heart beats with joy
it is no longer dead,
it is now a river
flowing with words (said).
The mere presence of someone
a huge difference it has made,
the heart has awaken
no words remain unsaid.
A book of someone's life
has now been joyously read,
a verse has been written
by the words unsaid...
Wonderful work...keep writing
Nice work, well versed.