She proclaims her Love,
Loudly in abandon to anyone listening,
While the words do not escape my lips,
No matter how deep the well in me.
You hold your arms out for her,
Telling her your hearts desire,
Yet, your heart hears not,
My silent, deafening scream.
I refuse to hold you tight,
Letting you be and breathe,
Not able to reach you
Or touch you the way lovers do
Yet, Loving you, in my own style.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
My Own Style
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2 comments:
That's fierce and desperate.
love can get so complicated...
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