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Day by day this silence, grows

and to me its just crawling like a vine,

and it wounds me, like a poisonous and

Fatal dart, and sometimes,

My dear Love,

I just don't know what do with it

Anymore.

As teardrops painfully from

My burning eyes,

To my paled cheeks

Startled, fall.

What did I do to you now

My dear Love?

For you to treat me at all,

In such nasty and cruel way,

With no more compassion

From you to me, I see,

Anymore,

And this silence keeps growing

More and more,

Just poisoning everything

That we've touched,

As it persists in creeping

So hatefully  and so cold

Into my pained and quiet

Heart,

As again and again

All my teardrops fall

For you fall,

With no more a safe place

Else, for me to go,

But in the black void

Of your very

Cold-blooded

Heart.









Dorian Petersen Potter

LadyDP2000

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