Withering. . .

Love doesn't look at me anymore
She is too scared to see the tears in my eyes
The pain in my persona evident with each blink

Love doesn't speak to me anymore
She is too scared to hear the heartbreak blues
The tremble in my voice whenever I speak

Love doesn't connect with my soul anymore
She is too scared to see the depth of love in store
The distance I am willing to go with each step I take

Love doesn't touch me anymore
She is too scared to feel the wrinkles on my skin
The stress covered with layers of fake smiles I wear

Love doesn't want me to love anymore
She is to scared to want for me what she cannot provide
The hurt will wither away and nothing more will be left but a broken-hearted me


Telly Morris
Saturday, April 13, 2013 at 22:45HRS