Apr 2011
with in your words
your hidden screams
all crying outward
the shattered dreams
and empty promise's
a distant presence
of bitten tongues
and counts of ten
the taken breaths
children rushed out
battered and bruised
and hidden scars
angry souls loved
amidst blamed self's
I should have lies
your all alike
till eyes align
as pheromones release
once again lies
your stanzas repeat
more tears on a pillow
your hidden screams
all crying outward
the shattered dreams
and empty promise's
a distant presence
of bitten tongues
and counts of ten
the taken breaths
children rushed out
battered and bruised
and hidden scars
angry souls loved
amidst blamed self's
I should have lies
your all alike
till eyes align
as pheromones release
once again lies
your stanzas repeat
more tears on a pillow
betwixt all the games on Facebook, catching bits and pieces of lives in moments shared in post so often skimmed over, one cannot but hear the tears on a pillow, it cross's borders and cultures
