Monday, 6 August 2012

Rustling Muse

As eyes would look to him
He knew they were waiting for a clue
A hint of impression
A hope of expression

Sitting waiting
For words
That may never come
As they hold their silence
And days on the run

Shifting lashes
Flicking back
Arms of honour
Chasing along the old dirt track

As each step
Was opened
To his closed off heart
Not knowing that it was her
That he loved from the start

Like a flower that withers
Without rain on its leafs
Like a ocean of no fish
No dreams no seas

With shrugged shoulders in place
Refusing to come forward
He typed up his last heartfelt word
To her he expressed all that he felt
Hearing this did make her ice heart melt

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