By: J.S. Gibson
Her heart pounds as I run my fingers through her hair
Her love becomes shadow as I try to identify the image on the wall.
How quiet it is,
How delicious it would taste if I have a zip of her lips.
I step towards her as I inhale a shaky breath,
Just can't bare the silent of her love.
I try to think of happy things,
But still the tears stream
I trusted you, you know,
I give you my love, you accept,
Yet your actions prove loneliness.
Your tricks, the dark looks, the anger,
Were the sign I see from a distance.
I did the same to you,
Because I was afraid of letting you in.