they speak words
usually spoken weary
sometimes, or most times
she preferred minimal talking
one-word or one-syllable answer, steering clear of squabble
it was not that they didn't love each other
it was not that they didn't care
it was to avoid the pain of rejection
communication died gradually
conversations ended in rejection continually
there left no space for opinions
thus discussion becoming obsolescent
even so, she tries occasionally
initiating a fair weather topic
she walks away, disappointed again.
Friday, July 27, 2007
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3 comments:
Hmm... I wonder who inspired your post. Love you my dear.
hey jules, what are u doing now? u finished poly right.. are u in uni? should catch up sometime!
Hi I read your poem (refuse to) communicate. This is a contrast =)
As time would pass, words are naught
Weary, unspoken, troubling or not
And always words do not matter
Compared to the beats and flutters of their hearts
She may prefer minimal talking
And so does one who suffers in silence,
But the love that fuels all things good,
Will remain unspoken but shown forever.
The pain of rejection shall remain as fear
And communication may live no longer
But the thoughts and truth and mind and love
Will leave no space for more errors.
Even so she may have tried and even so he may have tried
And though she walks away with head hanged low
That does not mean it stops forever
For the only pain that will sear on with time
Is the hurt knowing I never tried harder.
Domentaius
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