All He Wanted
All he ever wanted,
To hear those words;
All he ever wanted
Was to simply be wanted.
When a man is left with no more tears,
His heart bled:
Into his soul.
Hiding behind a harden mask,
Torturous screams
Held back by sealed lips...
No more fancy words.
No more rhythm nor rhyme.
No more sweet whispers...
My pride .
Guilty tears
My pride..
Eyes begging
My pride...
If only we listened.
If only we saw.
If only we didn’t let pride win.
Copyright © Marcel Els | Year Posted 2017
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