Numb

I wrote this awhile ago...I just found it in my notebook though. lol

Her tears fall unheeded,
and life goes on outside.
She now knows she is unneeded,
and she lost so much to her pride.

He walks rooms without seeing,
and misses her with his whole.
His words to  her boucning in his being,
and he realizes he lost part of his soul.

She remembers their midnight walks,
and laughing while they would clean.
Her heart repeats the words of three a.m. talks,
and how he always knows what her words mean.

His dreams are full of them together,
and awake, it's much the same.
He remembers promising her forever,
and now he doubts she remembers his name.

If only she could call,
and tell him to come home...
If only she didn't feel like a numb doll,
and maybe she wouldn't feel so alone...

If only  he cold tell her of his love,
and that the fault was his own...
If only his numbness could be risen above,
and his bittersweet truth be shown.

Both want the same thing,
but neither will tell.
Both want what going back will bring,
but are to afraid of the yells.

Trying to keep passion out of view,
whether it be friend of foe...
Makeing every word pay its awful due,
is more dangerous then they can know.

Author's Note

This is just a story...it has nothing to do with anything in my life...not directly anyway.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

wow this is so amazing...
Great Job

[Deepshikha]

This is lovely...I think you placed yourself well in the shoes of your speaker.
It kinda reminded me of 'Ocean Avenue' by Yellowcard [though mostly in spirit.
I think your flow gets a wee choppy near the end, but overall, it's a very nice read. [: