Love ain’t just a four lettered word
Each speck of ink
hand in hand like intertwined fingers
Like the swift but subtle movements of a ballerina,
Her hands, like braille for blind
And sign for the deaf and dumb
She writes the letter L
Beauty and grace she recites
As her satin feet traces the floor, an O
A delicate effort on water,
Repercussions around the O.
Passion is her spotlight,
Silently Fluttering. Demandingly Felt.
She pirouettes
And now a V, we get.
She soars high off the ballet ground;
A dandelion waiting to liberate away
She lands on her pointy toes,
As she bows down humbly,
Ecstatic with an E.
- My heartbeat echoes
There will be a sick portrayal of your lies once You're all alone.
When you crawl asking for sympathy, trace back and remember what your words were to
me in my time of need.
Once the night sets in and the Angel has descended far from your arms, let the anguish I felt
set into your blood stream. And when the memories you felt had no place in your life
anymore become all you think about, become your best and only friend, will you then feel
the shame for your wrongful slander set against my being?
On a lonely September night will you shed tears for those who you pushed away invain?
If you think this pain is unbearable, try having no way of being able to stop it. You had the
power, and now you are lying in the bed you so demandingly made yourself and an Angel
you were never deserving of to begin with.
Sleep alone, darling, for all your nights