You
I cannot speak of
Your name
The whisper of a scream
I awake from
Dreams
Lost in the tidiness of what once was
Love
Taken
Given only with rules and...
Silences
A hushed finger on my lips that only your hand could hold
Steady now
In the ghosted loss of unrequited
Entangled webs of dande - lie - ons
Their snowflakes captured in the winds of your
Cold
Cold
Frigid
Summer heart
Blue is my gold of August lost
The silent songs of children whispering the true fairytales
A prince evermore
A prince Nevermore
She waits for you in the truth of the lie of the lie of the truth of your bed
The one you have and will share for
Evermore
I wait in the silence of the words of the question the question of the words
The ones you will never speak
They are not mine to know
To have
To hold
As you grow old
And I wither
Voiceless
Broken
Unspoken
About the Creator
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant. Loved your poem so much!