Title: I thought...
by Lianne from Wales | in writing, poetry
Upon a breath of solid air
I stop myself in thought
A glance from you, a look, a glare
My thoughts on you are caught
Words unspoken from broken lips
If dared speak would shatter
As sudden drops from each eye drips
At this agonising matter
Your smile so daunted, it lingers
Locked in mind, never fade
You begin to slip through fingers
And seams of this heart are frayed
These moments of a memory
Drift further towards past
And every image of you and me
Are silent thoughts that passed...
Lost love
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