No words of love
are more precious
than the ones you never spoke.
And no endearment
dearer
than the quiet darkening of your eyes when we met.
No vows, no promises
were ever as resolute
as your refusal to make any.
And no goodbye
as cruel
as the kind words you greet me with...everyday.
are more precious
than the ones you never spoke.
And no endearment
dearer
than the quiet darkening of your eyes when we met.
No vows, no promises
were ever as resolute
as your refusal to make any.
And no goodbye
as cruel
as the kind words you greet me with...everyday.
One of the old poems that I wrote perhaps 5 years ago.
ReplyDeleteLOL Atta about the title. And thanks!
ReplyDeleteAtta, life lesson moment now...Unrequited love has some benefits...makes for good poetry.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Unrequited loves makes for WONDERFUL poetry..
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