Unheard unsaid

It's easier to leave unsaid,
Those words which can't be unheard,
It's harder when it's out there
For everyone to see and judge,
Especially you and me,
Especially us, if there is one;
Because I can be spinning fairytales
From dust, weeds and rose petals,
Imagining a dashing prince
Or a brave hunchback,
It can be anybody, everybody,
But somebody kind.
Please leave it unsaid.
We cannot unhear once it's there.
Let's just be, you and me,
A fairytale spun from dust, petals and weeds,
A story just for you and me.