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Rivers of red
Flowing like veins
Rivers of red
Your moaning of pains

Grey hair dyed
Tips and ends fried
Like your fingertips tapping
My messages kidnapping

My feelings rotten
And emotions forgotten
Your stupid mind
Deaf, insensitive and blind.

I made a mistake
No words to say
I made your heart ache
with your love that I can't pay

Now that you're gone
You leave because you're done
I need to go away
and find my own way

Yes I became dumb
at the same time I get numb
Too insensitive with your feelings
Not blind but not seeing

I do conceal
for me not to reveal
and now that you know
You're now cold as a snow

Awaiting the day,
I will be comfortably able to explain myself,
To show my weaknesses,
Without being accused of only making complaints,
Ruining days, moods, moments,
A time,
A person,
Where when I say how I am feeling,
They'll ask why?
They'll care and tell me to explain,
With you.
It will NEVER be this way.
I am tired of waiting.
I gave up hope on you.
On us.

To,
The Queen of my Heart

Though we be apart, many miles apart
the distance is moot, when the love is afoot
but a lot can be said, for a kiss on the head
a warm touch on skin, a peck on the chin
the lack of a hug, does on the heart tug
but I pretend all that is less, than what I feel, I confess
I have never shed a tear, but I was quite near

If truth be told, and it is a fact of old
Men are much more, than unfeeling bores
we love, we kiss, we hurt when you are amiss
its a facade we play, the mask we wear everyday
we try to seem strong, its been so for so long
which sometimes is viewed, as being dull, or rude
So we were taught, what a man ought to do, and what not
we don't wish to hurt, when we seem distant, or curt
the mask won't come off, its soldered on tough
but if you wont give up without a fuss, and there's no one but us
I might let it drop, and open the lock
so my heart may spring free, in tandem with thee
and joy becomes me, after an eternity
So bear with me my dear, I am but chained to my fear
though there will be such times, when I join life's rhyme
and together we shall dance, our hearts in a trance