By Nimmo W.,
Songs have been sung, because they are easy to sing,
Poems have been written, for they are easy to write,
Stories have been told, for they are easy to narrate,
Journeys have been made, for there’s an already made way,
Way to get to a certain destination, and make an unforgettable memory.
People have their way to say hello,
They look into each others’ eye, smile,
They embrace, kiss and get lost n their own little world,
And watch as love devours their very being.
My hands can never touch you,
I will never look into your eyes,
I will never get a chance to smile at you,
You will never be in my embrace,
I will never have a chance to kiss you,
You are a destiny, thousands of miles away.
Without any way of getting any close.
This song has never been heard,
This poem has never been read,
This story has never been told,
And this journey is yet to be made.
You are my untold story,
You are my unsung!