EXTRA! EXTRA!

His voice hid
behind the morning's paper.

Questions met
with a shrug and a grunt.

Occasionally raised eyebrows
appeared behind the morning's headlines.

To lose a man
behind a newspaper

was just not cricket but
to be expected.

She sipped her tea
thinking of her lover's lips

and of kissing them
in an hour's time

at her
leisure.

where do time has gotten into you?
of words you spell
in front of your mouth
urging and letting it go,
sway you
to letting it out
to make it as sugary as a honeybee
of incomparable sights
that only come across your mind.
where do time conflict you?
in pursuing the right things
or just being stuck so easily
of picking yourself in a tiny room
that’s just persuade by you,
and you’re fine with it
even if you aren’t being with yourself
anymore,
you can’t even stand for yourself
and it’s okay for you
to feel that way
even if it’s not really okay.

The love we won
is so remote.  
The time has gone
since we wrote.

Pain concealed
behind pale hands.
A heart be healed
in distant lands.

Hear my plea
in simple rhyme.  
Words cross the sea
and mind no climb.

Ditch the knife
my love is true.
I give my life
for one with you.