And where are you
Now?
Too far to hear me
Out.
And why are we
Now?
With not even love to heal
Us.
_____
Droplets never
Ceased
To wreath my quiet
Eyes.
_____
Exquisite is the pain
Of a writer
Who forever forgot his
Words.
_____
I realize
I've pushed it too far.
Escaped the darkness between
Sunbeams for
Too long.
_____
On and on
The keyboard types.
Hoping to
Erase the stories.
Again and again
It paints memories.
Of beauty, love and
Life.
But I now shall not
Forget
That hurt will never
Melt -
Not even with a thousand
Words.
Not even with a thousand
Ears.
What About Me
Parents
Bosco
Us
4 comments:
This is fantastic! I don't know where to start commenting ...
I am not even going to start. I will probably have something to say on every line.
I will just go back and re-read and savour it.
:-)
.:A:. - Oh gee. You're too kind. :)
I'm quite glad you read it though. In an arrogant way, I was wondering howcome this had gone unnoticed.
I was also wondering when I was commenting, how come no one else had done so already. This is (according to me) probably the best post on your blog so far! Keep writing.
:A:
apologies for missing this...im with august;gal this is substance..poetry defined.
for a moment i thought asking your number:))) then pride prevailed:)
more ink to u
uber
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