Clot

This thought is like a clot, That doesn't leave my mind tonight, It's going to be the death of me, right? Leaving no thoughts behind, Just half written poems and conversations, Left in a graveyard of all the things that never happened. This thought is like a clot, That doesn't leave my mind tonight, It's going to burst into fragments in my overflowing mind, right?

Leaving no proof behind,

Just a crime scene, Of the things I thought but never said.