A silent emotion mixed with ink
A memory that just won't die
An ocean of tears brought to the brink
When you're much too broken to cry
A place where your pain can go to hide
Or a grave to bury the past
A sad goodbye to a love that's died
Or a future that didn't last
A place where your dreams just fade away
For you realize they wasn't real
A voice to those with nothing to say
When you're much too damaged to feel
Regret is spoken without a sound
Where "I love you" is just a waste
Where "I'm sorry" can always be found
"Forgive me" is uttered in haste
Words in this poem are now my life
Our marriage, nothing but a theft
I once was proud to call you my wife
Now these words are all that is left
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
A silent emotion mixed with ink
A memory that just won't die
An ocean of tears brought to the brink
When you're much too broken to cry
A place where your pain can go to hide
Or a grave to bury the past
A sad goodbye to a love that's died
Or a future that didn't last
A place where your dreams just fade away
For you realize they wasn't real
A voice to those with nothing to say
When you're much too damaged to feel
Regret is spoken without a sound
Where "I love you" is just a waste
Where "I'm sorry" can always be found
"Forgive me" is uttered in haste
Words in this poem are now my life
Our marriage, nothing but a theft
I once was proud to call you my wife
Now these words are all that is left