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Silent Love*

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Blinded by all that I am…
Forsaken by all that I am…
Overwhelmed by all that you are…
I adore all that you are…
Our love is more than what their eyes (our eyes) can see.
Is that why, my love, our love can never be?
I watch our memories, speculating from a far…
Far enough so that I can see but not touch what once was.
Wanting what is so near yet so far.
Wanting all that I was…
Wanting all that you are.
And it's true, my love, the tongue kills like a vicious plague that hungers through the night to brake down our innocence.
It left me crippled and broke but I am not dead…
I love you still…
And deep inside of me cries a beat or two of love's innocence.
-you love me still.
Yet, we speak with lies and pour glitter on a darkened mess.
Love, the tongue kills.
Is death worth hiding love…
Is hiding love worth a life of loneliness…
I love you still…
-I'll leave the work up to our hearts; there's nothing left to say…
Remember love, the tongue kills.
Until that clock strikes, I'll live life through memories, marking them day by day…
Yet, you love me still.

*Dedicated to a love, lost, but never forgotten.





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