Love Poem: Incoherent

Incoherent

The whispers of thoughts lay temporal often lay in one’s unconsciousness something that was left unsaid. Is it that one rather not reveal one’s true ulterior motives because fear of the outcome? Or is it by choice to wield one’s genuine self expression and avoid speaking freely and be misinterpreted of one’s freedom of one’s expression? How would one absorb one’s point of view and decipher one’s true intentions and one feeling undervalued or ashamed? Still something was left unsaid.
Mysteries and fortunes continues to reveal of good or ill fortunes bestowed upon of one beings. Should it be left unsaid which directions to take the mysteries lingers on like the sands in the hour glass if  something left was unsaid.