Words Did Not Matter

Words Did Not Matter

A Poem by Mysty Johnson
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Romantic

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Alone in the night
my head harshly throbbing
with neck tightly coiled,
as if it was a snake
waiting to strike,
all I could think of was You.

The hours and the days
passed by so slowly, it seemed
yet when I looked back
it was time to see you again.

Words did not matter
as all I needed was your arms
holding me tightly
like you did in our beginning,
when we were
inseparable in our love.

Your voice whispered soft,
tenderness as you eased
me into sleep,
caressing the pain out
so I could eternally rest.

Quietus came calling
and I knew it was right
for we were meant
not to be parted
as long as we had.
I didn't mind,
once the pain was all gone,
it meant to my heart
that I would see you again.

Words did not matter
for I was with you once more,
sacred affirmation
never to be riven ever again.

©2013 Mysty Johnson

© 2013 Mysty Johnson


Author's Note

Mysty Johnson
If you cannot say anything nice then best to be quiet. I do take honest attempts to help me improve my craft but I do not like the word cliche. Everything is cliched to someone just not everyone. Thank you.

Mysty

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very nice Misty words are easy to read and grasp meaning
thank you for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Mysty Johnson

11 Years Ago

Thank You Holly .... btw lol my name is spelled Mysty :) I appreciate your kind response :)
Your writing is relatable, and written in a way that I can feel each word as I read.
Nicely penned!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 28, 2013
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Mysty Johnson
Mysty Johnson

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada



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I am a 51 year old woman, married 31 years to same man. I love to write. I am told my poetry makes folks stop and ask me how I got inside their minds. I have 2 grown offspring. Daughter is recently ma.. more..

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