Great Love Hurts
when your emails arrive
they're full but not so alive
your words are kind, nice
your message very concise
not a hint of those things
that you know ails or stings
i should tell you
enlighten you
in the spaces there are signs
what i read between the lines
i see and more i feel the acid rain
drops that are soaked in your pain
it feels like bullets against my hide
like a red hot iron buried in my side
i would like to say sorry
sorry that you hurt. sorry
in thinking of me you veil your truth
though you know it's a seedless fruit
inside you, what now must feel like an empty shell
there is still the you the one that always rang the bell
you know you are still yourself unpressed
the person i know that always impressed
but cuts don't heal from raw facts
they hide irritated in burlap sacks
behind a plastic mask
inside an empty flask
love-hurt spreads more than any tear
not just here or there but everywhere
it reflects any and all reason
lives void of all of any season
no spring winter summer or fall
it is tossed and bounced like a ball
left to its own devices
it morphs becomes a crisis
but you can't let it own you
just like yesterday this too
it will be tomorrow
days follow in a row
grab a very large clock
one with a key and a lock
only you can turn the hand
and stop the flow of sand
happy is a minute away
choose it now, today
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Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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