Twilight materializes
I am in solitude
There is no crowd
To pretend to
The silence is torture
For I could hear
How my heart cries
I could feel its pain
It hurts me most
For I have no choice
But to act as if
It never existed
Be deaf to its pleas
How can I tell my heart
That he’s truly gone
That he no longer
Seeks for me but for her
That it is she whom he loves
Why do I have to be
The murderer of my inane heart
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