You told me
all your life
had been a vacancy,
waiting for me.
I told you
I will never love
the way I did you,
whole and heavy.
your eyes, endless words
spoke volumes
and seas
and never will tell another
the things
that they told me.
My words for you are dry,
thin and weary.
This is it-
I cannot love you.
And I will not be yours,
waiting.
Author notes
Honestly, not great, needs work. Just a written message- I am letting you go.
A contest entry
- Such a Painful Love by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended September 27, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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this is so powerful. i really like it.
your Faerie



