PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You dont speak of anger,
but you reek of it.
You dont speak of displeasure
yet you oooze it.

I can niether tell you
or deny it but placed in
there of this missed trust
this missed tryst

and yet still abominable
it is the thought alone that
curdles you. thoughts unerased
by time and borne of actions ungraced.

you dont speak of pain
but it envelops you
you dont speak of sorrow
yet it stains your brow

and yet still clung to my clutches
as clutches of faith in love
you dont speak of tempation
yet you wreek of lust.

and as I see, you saw
what a pair of eyes have we
for hands that hold a promise
of all we can ever be.

a careless thought,
so carefully thought.
why is it the not the
death and undoing of us?

the lace in these crotches
for another Never fell
but it is not as if the thought
had not occured to me.

I dont speak of shame
but it oozes from me.
I dont speak of his name,
but I reek of him.