Dying Love By Daniel L Landry III 12/9/2005
I spread the pieces of my heart
onto the cold hardwood floor
and lay amongst the shattered glass
dreaming of a touch more.
Your whispers din around me
cold and hushed, a winter’s wind
ever daunting of my dreams
that since have never been.
The air caresses my cheek
brushing my hair beyond the eyes
mascara running deep, I squirm
with the overt cries.
My wings are broken remnants
no longer at my grace.
Fallen from such great heights,
now these scars tear my face.
The picture from the table
cracked and pierced to my chest
a place you seemed to love
to try and hurt me best.
There I lay smiling
entangled in your divine veneer.
I close my eyes
hoping that you will reappear.
How the wind teases me
feigning your cologne
as it dances affectionately
with the curtains of our home.
Blood stained and broken,
here I lay;
though love has spared me,
I will die another day.
onto the cold hardwood floor
and lay amongst the shattered glass
dreaming of a touch more.
Your whispers din around me
cold and hushed, a winter’s wind
ever daunting of my dreams
that since have never been.
The air caresses my cheek
brushing my hair beyond the eyes
mascara running deep, I squirm
with the overt cries.
My wings are broken remnants
no longer at my grace.
Fallen from such great heights,
now these scars tear my face.
The picture from the table
cracked and pierced to my chest
a place you seemed to love
to try and hurt me best.
There I lay smiling
entangled in your divine veneer.
I close my eyes
hoping that you will reappear.
How the wind teases me
feigning your cologne
as it dances affectionately
with the curtains of our home.
Blood stained and broken,
here I lay;
though love has spared me,
I will die another day.