I have let too many nights pass, know
-ing not words that held their ground
in the prison of your eyes.

As coppery sun, as pouring rain you
are moments infinite, that seep into
the darkening brain.

Oh, how’s it that I failed to read even
though the message was plain?

I can hear it with my eyes closed, feel
it with ears tuned to the wind, you’re
love that lingers long after a soul has
gone.

Lately I have looked longingly at you,
deep within our heart, there’s a voice
that begs come fill my senses like the
liquid murmur of the ocean.

Won’t you whisper once, kiss the pain
goodbye?

I have let too many nights pass, know
-ing not words that held their ground
in the prison of your eyes.

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

Posted on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Pub