Hurt
Talking.
Words in haste
Regretted soon
with distaste
Inopportune.
Dark shadows
Stalk across the sky
Closed windows
Fly on by.
What is said
Never erased
The dread
It is such a waste.
Best to stop
before it’s done
Over the top
In the long run.
A love that’s lost
A heart left burning
The ultimate cost
The soul left yearning.
Forgive me for
My foolish words
I do implore
The words you heard.
You’ve flown away
And left me too
From the affray
Into the blue.
Hurt talking
Forsaken love
Left bereft
On wings above.
©
David Rudder
2011
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