Amour Triste

a poem to make the heart think.

Love:

a simple thing to say,

but not as easy

to mean.

Wretched lies &

unmistakable cries

she shouted 

from 

down

where you left her.

Sound;

feelings put into words.

Maybe she was heard,

maybe they choose

to ignore

her.

Maybe she's 

different.

Maybe they make fun of the way she acts;

talks;

smiles;

looks;

breathes.

Cruel world,

we are in.

I fear there is

no saving

the inexplicably impolite

because you cannot save a heart

that

does not 

beat.