There came your soft reply, soft as a feather of a dying bird.
there was persistence and there came pride.
and although we were content lovers, I could never try your patience or love you enough with my words.
I feel dejected and I feel lonely under the night sky.
sometimes when I hold my tears long enough to say goodbye to my dearest friends until beats of water spout.
and when I'm burning, I'll ask "What have I done?" Then a thunderous voice will reply with a ferocity that leaves me quivering at night.
being lonely is a prize and honesty is a pleasant surprise
bitterness and lilac eyes. I'm hopeful and I'm grateful to have you by my side.
your soft hands when meet mine, I flutter and close my eyes.
I tend to hate my mother sometimes, with a heart full of ice.
I realize everything going on behind my back,
I recognize the lies that slipped through your lips and I apologize for any pain I may have caused you in the process.
S.K
