Tattered Heart
For I fear
what you might hear
upon my trembling lips.
I say no more,
my heart is sore,
they'll be no sinking ships.
Your eyes I see,
they call to me,
and reach my very soul.
But I retreat,
I won't repeat,
the life and love you stole.
You pull me near,
ignore my fear,
and plead with out a word.
My eyes cast down,
my face a frown,
I curse my tears absurd.
You lift my chin,
you always win,
and give a gentle kiss.
I hesitate,
you're just too late,
I can't give in to this.
You say to me,
that you can see,
that I still want you near.
But I must fight.
Though I know you're right,
it's more than I can bear.
I feel the ache
of my heart break
as I turn away from you.
I breathe in deep,
hold in my weep,
and bid my love adieu.
Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2009
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