Hearing that quiver in your voice,
I want to tear away the night,
replace it with another spell of daylight,
instead of the darkness I know lay ahead.
Knowing that the words that slip
will be a funereal verse
to the love we thought so tight.
But sometimes the light goes out,
and the fire in your heart is doused
by the ever-singing strains of doubt.
Hearing pindrops in a silent room,
surrounded by the nebulous gloom
of loves eternal tomb, we await
the unchangeable fate. It's too late,
this love burnt so bright,
it evaporated the oxygen
of its own life. We just await
that moment when the nail
is placed on the coffin lid
and the hammer strikes down
its heavy weight.
I hear the shrunken sound
start to emerge,
words that used to be
big and bold, they would fly around,
crashing into everything.
Now you can barely hear a thing.
Just that wobble of lips
as the words slip
like rain at a funeral.
The words drip,
a worn tap of misery
pouring directly into
the deepest pits
I hear that quiver,
and I wish for cupid
to refire his burning arrow
to reignite stolen memories,
or retire from
throwing them at me.
If heartbreak was a person,
we would be best friends for life.
If love was a person
it would be you.
So, if I am not to be the heart
that makes yours beat true,
then I wish for better things
to enter your view.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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