her passion

no passionĀ
no pleasure
she never loved from her heart
everyday seems weak in return
lonely hiding faces behind lacesĀ
a shout outĀ
a merciful understandingĀ
a fine quality now diesĀ
as the eyes trickles beauty in streams
sad in the abundance of feelings
time to cleanse the senses
how you long for a chance
of change
in thisĀ darkened lights
you held your hands to coverĀ
your face ...for nothing left to embrace
Ā

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Comments
Smashing poem Lorris, Love the desperation I felt from it. Kind regards. TFOTS
well thank you Fish of the Sea
Yes agreed completely.
This is how it is for some.Ā
Great write.Ā
thank you Liliana...yes it is...
Nice write Lorris!............Jim
thank you Jim