Enlighten me
If your heart could say words, or
tell me, what would it say?
Would it ask for some kind of forgiveness?
could it deepen in the soul
Things don’t have to be this way....
Or would it laugh with a propounded hollow sound
with the things you always do?
I see the taunting in your eyes, ready for giving me more lies.
If your heart could listen,
tell me, what would it hear?
The crackling and shattering sound of mine
or could it be the rhythmic echos?
Maybe could be winded
caused by your waking of a lonely fear?
My mind is slowly fading
with things left you so unclear.
If your heart could touch,
tell me, what would it feel?
Would it reach out for wanting the flesh and blood,
you can't repudiate what is real and what isn’t?
I sit here, now that the damage is done,
your ethics are so fake.
with so many mistakes
If you heart had vision,
tell me, what would it see?
The cold and icy bitterness inside
that only you can be?
Or would it ever realize it's all alone,
for I will no longer plea?
Would it ever stop looking beyond it's sight,
tell me, would it ever see me?
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I don't believe that I have read these expressions stated in such a creative way before. I don't believe for one minute that these words were just random put on paper in an instant. These thoughts have been there for some time. Seeking a means of being expressed to their greatest value. So heartfelt and sincere as to be measured only by the truth they reveal. GW62