She sits there and she trembles
sadness sweeps her as she pushes
emotions under the rug and past shadows
of a face oh so familiar, but no longer
animated flesh and blood
He watches eyes filled with pain
glass holding the memories
beneath confusion and sober chaos
whispering for one more chance at
a coherent conversation between men
A familiar pain across a threshold
perhaps not one in the same
but a pain nonetheless
that trickles from teary eyes
swells and then bursts from the chest
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4 comments:
I just stumbled upon your blog this afternoon and enjoyed everthing that I've read. Keep writing and sharing - it matters!
This is so close to reality. I loved it. Keep it up. :)
Great blog! so happy for the next blog button :P
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