Poet's Note
This is a result of heavy depression. I may revise it whenever I have the time, but for the most part, I'll just leave it as is. Post a comment as you wish, but make sure all criticism is constructive.
Unfilled silences are broken upon touch
with your words to heed, their need
And in silence we sit, pondering
Yet with sound we hear, sobbing
And sniffling and dropping
of tears and hope
The touch of warm wet skin
upon mine own
The warm embrace reaching from
both hearts, yet
We’re colder than ice
older than the moment
And as you speak once more
the day fades into warmth
the colors are brightened
and hope rises above the surface of tears
while I help you recover
But with none other
than the thought of despair
to bring us down
I cannot bear
the want to help
yet the words that
continue to dwindle
stab either owns self and mind
In saying that you have mine trust
In return, I leave my heart out on the table
Whether it be left there to rot
or to thrive by your own grace
is none others choice
than yours and I’ll always be there
So why now, do I pain
ache
love
hate?
Because, I do so
all in your favor.
This is a result of heavy depression. I may revise it whenever I have the time, but for the most part, I'll just leave it as is. Post a comment as you wish, but make sure all criticism is constructive.
Unfilled silences are broken upon touch
with your words to heed, their need
And in silence we sit, pondering
Yet with sound we hear, sobbing
And sniffling and dropping
of tears and hope
The touch of warm wet skin
upon mine own
The warm embrace reaching from
both hearts, yet
We’re colder than ice
older than the moment
And as you speak once more
the day fades into warmth
the colors are brightened
and hope rises above the surface of tears
while I help you recover
But with none other
than the thought of despair
to bring us down
I cannot bear
the want to help
yet the words that
continue to dwindle
stab either owns self and mind
In saying that you have mine trust
In return, I leave my heart out on the table
Whether it be left there to rot
or to thrive by your own grace
is none others choice
than yours and I’ll always be there
So why now, do I pain
ache
love
hate?
Because, I do so
all in your favor.