No need to talk of love

Some things are better left unsaid

 

I didn’t tell you then

And I can hardly tell you now

Although some days I find the thought hanging on my lips

 

Deep inside I’ll say the words

I can see them like hot breath on a cold night

Though I can’t say them out loud

 

Better to wait for darker days

For eulogies perhaps,

For talking about the dead

 

After all it’s what’s inside that matters

So, let’s talk about something else

Instead

 

The sky’s a little overcast

But they say it’ll brighten up tomorrow

 

No need to talk of love

Some things are better left unsaid