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Jul 16, 2008
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Emptiness
Listening for the sound ,
of footsteps that will never come again.
The quiet in the night, that fills the heart,
knowing with the suns return
that emptiness will burn.
The cold lonely days of winter are bitter.
The hardness of heart will splinter.
Desolate arms hold nothingness,
while the sheets are white with regret,
a whisper of desires not met.
A melody, to faint to recall.
a warning to lovers, not to fall.
Now comes the ache from within,
now we realize love is lost...again.
of footsteps that will never come again.
The quiet in the night, that fills the heart,
knowing with the suns return
that emptiness will burn.
The cold lonely days of winter are bitter.
The hardness of heart will splinter.
Desolate arms hold nothingness,
while the sheets are white with regret,
a whisper of desires not met.
A melody, to faint to recall.
a warning to lovers, not to fall.
Now comes the ache from within,
now we realize love is lost...again.
— autumnphoenix, Jul 16, 2008
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Candlewitch
17 years 10 months ago
I enjoyed the imagery used
autumnphoenix
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks
themoonman
17 years 10 months ago
Hi...
autumnphoenix
17 years 10 months ago
Thank You
zarul
17 years 10 months ago
lovely one from u
autumnphoenix
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks
weirdelf
17 years 10 months ago
delightful sounds trite, especially for a sad poem
autumnphoenix
17 years 10 months ago
saddness and pain