A slight reference to the May 2012 poem "There was always someone"
that didn't give what I can
that took what I would never take
Her shadow sits in the room with us
and in his mind she twists his image of me
So his wall - that same wall I melted by merely being there
is rarely lowered
and I am left throwing myself at it
in an effort to be let in
My love, or his love for me is too fresh
too young a flickering flame
only deeper white hot coals
can burn this hate
But can I?
...should I?
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-12-21 at 01:06
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Coals and Ice
There is always someone before methat didn't give what I can
that took what I would never take
Her shadow sits in the room with us
and in his mind she twists his image of me
So his wall - that same wall I melted by merely being there
is rarely lowered
and I am left throwing myself at it
in an effort to be let in
My love, or his love for me is too fresh
too young a flickering flame
only deeper white hot coals
can burn this hate
But can I?
...should I?
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 616 times
Written on 2012-12-21 at 01:06
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