time to goA Poem by RuseInex
salt and sugar have no flavor without you
water does nothing for my thirst since you've been gone it's only good to wash my face now and then as i drag myself to the sink there and break the mirror with my stare life has but little meaning now it ain't worth living without you i even miss our fights now i'd give in and let you win now to hell with my pride much of our time together was a beautiful ride a lot of it was worldly pain growing old together is not what it's cut out to be nothing romantic about it in my view the young will feel the struggle too just as we did what is the meaning of sharing if not with you? the cliche is true, money can't buy you love i can't eat rubies or diamonds in the end, what's there left to spend on? my empty house is but a roof from the cold and wet now it's not a home anymore it's an empty cavern when i shut down the radio and the t.v. and the computer and the cell phone i sat in the middle of this plaster and tile place the dog barking outside barked at nothing the quiet felt like nothing then i shut down the lights as i sat alone, alone was no company, the noise of the silence was - deafening . - the noise of the silence hurt my ears and especially my cold heart i saw your face as i sat there and i wanted to touch your cheek i heard your voice as i sat there and i wanted to hear it speak my name i wanted you to ask me to ask you to come back but you can't . . i wanted to go back when i first met you and fell in love with your smile your emerald green eyes cinnamon red lips your skin the taste of you filled me up your laugh your youth, You. you're gone through no fault of your own it's called passing, as some people call it i call it death. i miss you. and there's little reason to eat or sleep i've lost my appetite time for me to go © 2017 RuseInex |
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Added on May 31, 2017 Last Updated on May 31, 2017 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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