Unanswered
Every minute that we are apart
It makes me want you more.
The stillness of the moments
That pass me by like seconds,
Makes my life seem empty and shallow.
Should I done speak?
Or should I surrender all dreams
And thoughts to the heart of the night?
The question remains unanswered.
As I walk through your soul
A dream seems to be good,
A kiss seems too far away to love.
If only we could stop the cries,
Stop the pain.
We both try to heal.
Would it end?
Would our blood strain tears?
No longer exist?
The question remains unanswered.
The answers are quaint....
Your kisses are gone....
My touch has seized.
Copyright © Christina Fletcher | Year Posted 2007
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