Pas de deux

An earthquake within my heart,

Let loose the remains of the past.

The poisonous serpents of memories,

Of a man who was clever enough,

To know not to love.

While I let my weary heart,

Sing songs of joy and seek his touch,

There was nothing that could please him.

We lay on the dewy night-time grass,

Silently condemning each other,

For the mistakes we made.

On a rainy day I hear his name,

Which sends it throughout my blood.

Even a name can hold immense power,

So deep and petrifying that if said,

The memories might never be forgotten.

Day by day they sharpen and fade.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s