I speak though you care not to listen,
To my heart spoken in riddled tone,
The aching it never finds it's relief,
Still throbbing to the bone,
No matter the composition,
Or softness in it's delivery,
Th way I feel when it's expressed,
Never holds any amount of chivalry,
I mean only to include,
So you might understand my feel,
I wish so badly each time,
You accept my expression as real,
Though it still remains unheard,
By you it's only my complain,
To me it's my inclusion,
That only ends in more pain,
Maybe one day you'll hear it loud,
If never then it's all in vain,
My express to you my heart,
Given all with nothing to gain.
©justin_ur
J