You Stole The Poetry (From My Heart)

I used to pour the sweetest notes
from my mouth
from my fingers
from every pore of this damned skin.

I used to write you the prettiest of words
for my love
for your love
for every breath we took.

I used to think you would come back
because of what I wrote
because of what you promised
because comfort was love.



I used to believe in the sweetest of dreams
but the days are on fire now.
How am I supposed to radiate light
when the sky is a storm?

You used to love my words.
But you walked away and took them with you.
Now the notes are sour
and the faucet is dripping.

I can't even love him the same.

by thefadingscene
posted on 08/15/2009