By NaSa
Tight lips talk.
They speak, they say.
They say they can’t say,
what the heart wants to convey.
They say they can’t pique ire,
They can’t play havoc.
They say they can’t let loose,
what has been beholden.
They say, they aren’t free,
as the heart be.
They say, they still bear the mind’s behest
that the heart chose to abort.
They say they have high stake.
They cull not to break.
They, rather, prefer to make.
They say, they will remain strong,
They will not admit.
They will not say it.
But they know it,
that their strength is only an armor
to the feebleness of their choice.
For what they hideis only the obvious……
