Friday, February 25, 2011

Present the Past Presence



You fit my hand like a missing glove,
Expression.
Coward burning with love

To speak those words...

Longing to hear them again

--Yet when--


My heart leaps, skips a beat
Shudder in fear
Cry oceans quietly, soak in the tears

Left me torn and broken
Did the sweetest words ever spoken


Walking off into the night
The truth of heart-searing lies
Actions proved the point

Life deranged by words never changed
Hear the echo
Of words once true

Rejection by neglect

"I love you."


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