I often wonder
If the tears that fall quiet
Are for me or not
A brief solitude
Followed by intense longing
Tease lips with a touch
But silence brings you
Harbinger of my lost love
To nowhere near me
Set me free, will you
Yet hold me close, can you please
Brief dichotomy
Sighs bring fogginess
Words echo vibrantly
Will they be for me
Trickling waters flow
Life hurries like the river
Waiting for the frost
Frames hold my picture
Memories hold my longing
Hands holding nothing
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:04 PM UTC
I often wonder
If the tears that fall quiet
Are for me or not
A brief solitude
Followed by intense longing
Tease lips with a touch
But silence brings you
Harbinger of my lost love
To nowhere near me
Set me free, will you
Yet hold me close, can you please
Brief dichotomy
Sighs bring fogginess
Words echo vibrantly
Will they be for me
Trickling waters flow
Life hurries like the river
Waiting for the frost
Frames hold my picture
Memories hold my longing
Hands holding nothing
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