Speak now,
for we might not get a tomorrow.
Pour your heart out, cry,
Accept the sorrow.
Those feelings ,
those words , left unsaid
You always keep them in that
Jar of words.
But soon that jar will be full
No space left.
Release them,
Before they break away
let those words go.
Let them Speak Now,
For we might not get a tomorrow.
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