His kiss was vacant
His stare drew ice from her veins
That no warmth pleaded could melt away
And she knew now how he felt
When she fucked him and walked away
Because love hurt more than she could say
Because his touch was where she wanted to stay
And when he asked her why she left
the tender words would not come
She flit about like a bird with a broken wing
Too angry pecking eyes out to sing
To his tune, Because his love left her cold aeons ago
And she could not unremember it.
And while the fractures of his frozen heart fell,
Hers had melted into a boiling pot of pain & despair
She found love
But the words would not come
Unanswered he left before she was done
He tried to say, but his words would not come
And the tragedy is, that if they were really listening...
Neither one needed to say anything at all.
always,when you need them
always,when you need them most
ron parrish
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I am not able at this time to form adequate words for the way this poem made me feel. Maybe it was just... "Silence". Always love reading you!
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The passion returns, fearing no word ever. :D ~Lady A~