An unspeakable cry;
An unfaithful touch
Nothing can be said,
But the motions prove
to be useless
Skins graze hot with
empty passion,
A gift is given, but
never noticed.
Looking deep within,
Dark and creepy,
Eyes so cold,
But lips so warm,
Hands loves with less
emotion,
Then memory remembers.
Future never forgotten,
Past always reminded
of missed dreams
Present treasures come
into my vision,
But fill with priceless
gold,
Love engulfs concienceness.
Pure water covers the
lovers,
But black blood curses
their thoughts,
No adoring words,
Swallowing the hurt,
Ending in worried disgraced
glances,
Later eyes accuse,
Guilt is spent,
And no more love is
recieved,
But the thought of hate
is spilled from their loins.
By Tanya Murphy 1997