quinta-feira, 28 de setembro de 2006

Silent Words

My hands burst
As I write these lines
The pen writes on
As my tongue fails
Mere words creep out onto the page
But my soul is a raging fire
Once alone did I desire her
Once alone - over and over
From my heart I banished her
But I'm burnt deep by her flame
These words remain silent
My mouth will not give them life
So they come creeping back to me
To tear my heart to shreds
But I would not forgot this pain
For it is all I have left of her
(Tilo Wolff, 2001)

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