Nothing haunts us more,
than the things we dont say.
Thinking we had more time,
there is always a delay.

Afraid to say how we really feel.
Ego plays a part.
The little games we play
right from the start.

That emotional closed of wall
that we build brick by brick.
Leaves a lump in your throat
thats hard to kick.

And words that we really want to say,
are left unspoken.
Never to be heard,
never to be again woken.

Nothing haunts us more,
than the things we dont say.
Thinking we have more time,
but there is always a delay.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c). 20220610