Broken Love
In the desert of love you
cry from the slightest touch
Forgotten are heartbreak
and the sadness of silence
The tears are emotions
yearning for devotion
Just let me feel your
sweet humanity, to know I am, you sigh
How does this morose plain
of cracked lips become the chain?
Slowly the torment
surrounds until all that is heard is a windswept sound
The barrenness of love is
so profound, but denied by a mind of conscious ground
Humanness that soft gentle
mantle of the hopeful heart in pain
It is tormented until
sensitivity is magnified to imagine that love is forever gone
Confusion, fright and fear
is the result of the kiss that becomes the touch
Is that regret from
loneliness that has become a wicked deranged happiness?
So I cry and wonder if I am
normal or forever damaged?
Terrified that these
cracked lips will be revived only to quiver and lose yet again
I do not know how many
loves are left in my soul
I shall not surrender my
pain if it means emptiness of emotions is the gain
Look at me and accept me, and please don’t ask
why I cry when I smile
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