I could write something beautiful And poetic About his lack of love for me But the emptiness Consumes all my senses And I fear all the words that come to mind when I think of him are
If you speak with sweet lithe tongue, my sanguine heart will hear. If you sing refrains unsung, my soul becomes a tear. But, if you say you love me not, I will not live the night. For you are all there is of me, my heart, my breath, my sight.
In midst of a storm He runs out of words Nothing to say No energy to utter a word A whirling wind can be heard In the total silence that engulfs him A dead silence shouting to be heard Words fail him ... and maybe that is ok The silence blocks the constant noise It calms his ever anxious nerves Yet he wants to be heard Please call his name, He may utter a word... hello
Morning glides its sticky honey hands through your window dances across your closed eyelids Born into the sunlight that Burns into you and Pulls up your glazed eyes, Pushes you back into your nightmare
You’ve been following me out to sea hoping to find paradise on my voyage but I am nothing but shipwreck and storm; a tsunami leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.