The unspoken words

Here we are leaving the coffee
turning cold as our hearts become
we are here to bid adieu to all
the love we made is to buried
among all our past

your smile express the grin
the hatred grown out of love
the wickedness that broke my wings
yet i long to hold your hands

my wings will sprout to fly
again as the new butterfly
I'll fall in love to speak
to speak the unspoken words
of my love

-  ButterflyDreamer