there was a time when love lived in
a shell, trapped within my heart.
it seemed then that your touch was sin
that burned me each time we would start.
but days turned long when you would leave
me to my pain, and I would ache
for more of your voice. in my dreams
your arms would enfold me to take
away my pain. but now hurt is life
and in sorrow there is a new
joy, one that feeds the pain, rife
with screams and sobbing. I eschew
the fear that sorrow brings, and so
it is with love and pain I grow.
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