Unsaid in the glass

A moment with my mind 

wanted to write kind

in front of the paper 

gently  I touch

the pen of mine broke 

Because I got choke 

"ugh, I am being rough" speaking to myself 

Needed to emphasized my upstroke  of the capacity to confess

I wanted to let you know that you trespass

secretly into hard built steel wall 

that I work hard to make it

Time has never been an issuse since then hourglass

has not been set yet

Trying again , encouring myself 

Strike of a retouch

magic itself has arrived

written away on what to express

the unsaid written 

wrapped up in a tiny bow 

putting it in the glass with a top cork

lacking it saftely inside

standing at the beach 

waves are moving softly tonight

so  I shout the word good bye

as I through away the glass with a paper with written inside

watching it drafting into the ocean  

Things that are left unsaid in the letter of unfounded tales