Stolen

He lures me in
like a fish to a hook
with words of hope
an unspoken joke

I sit and I wait
and wait
and wait
for a knock on my door

The knocks of love
once more

a day
a month
a year
passes by...

nothing
nothing
nothing

in sadness I sit

waiting
waiting
waiting

for it to disappear

it doesn't

a day
a month
or for a year

it's still here

slipping away
secluded
diluted
disputed

with my soul

my soul
of nothingness
of heartace
of deaths wish

on my finger tips
on my tounge

slithering on the blade

thinking
thinking
thinking

it was gone

the memories
the love
the time we have shared

erased from my mind
forever
if I had things my way

a highway of blood
dripping to the floor

drip
drip
drip

like pleasant torture
for my heart

it soothes
moves
calms my heart

only to to begin
where I left to start

by SarinaBear
posted on 11/06/2009