There are words left unsaid,
There are whispers left unheard,
I never understood how and why,
I think its because there are poems left unsung.
There are depths left unfathomed,
There are tears left uncried,
Its not because there are shades left unsketched,
Its because there are questions left unanswered.
There may be pages left unturned,
There may be pictures left unseen,
Its not because there are conversations left unheld,
Its because there are meanings left misunderstood.
I guess the title speaks for itself : ).