Look me in the eye
Some times...
Silence still the answer
Most times...
Words spoken in easy tones
When there's words to speak
Before it's time to break
Third party fights and
Petty arguments...
Hard words and
Crushing threats...
Another slash of the soul
Another hole in my defenses...
Walls fall in perfect time
With the tears...
Safe now to break
In sanctuary...
Soft words spoken
Gently in my ear
Drowning out all thought...
It was you I wanted to hear...
All else cast away...
The tears the fears alike...
And now as you sleep beside me
I smile true...
As I realize (not for the first time)
How truly lucky I am
That I have you
About the Creator
Catherine MacKenzie
I write about murders, and murderers. I write of thoughts, confusions, victories, defeats. Of love gained and love lost. Of life in all its multi-faceted glory.
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