Unwritten

andra picincu
In the end, we won't be sorry about what we have done but about the experiences we have never lived.

This is the wine I never tasted

The book I never read

The journey that I never made

The letter that remained unwritten.

Some words are not meant to be said

And still we die day by day

Killed by our hidden thoughts.

In the end all I have

Are those I never met

The pain I never felt

The love I never shared

The songs I never played.

Published by andra picincu

I am a freelance writer/ copywriter with a background in marketing and psychology. After working for three years for well established companies, I have developed excellent editing, researching and writing sk...  View profile

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  • Bonnie Doss-Knight5/3/2010

    You nailed it - so go do them and have no regrets.

  • Steven West12/28/2009

    Things never done and things never said will eventually make you exhausted as you go to bed.
    Nice poem.

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