Words escape.
they secretly remove themselves,
leaving me in silence.
they flutter about,
and i grasp for them.
but they are too light,
too quick-
and i have nothing to say.
this pen becomes my mouth,
spilling murmured secrets.
but still there is a lock,
imprisoning this emotion
within my soul-
a busting shell with
no space to expand.
my lips are dry, and
my tongue lies motionless.
words escape without being
spoken...
there is heart,
but no love to keep it warm.
i have nothing left inside,
it's all been stolen.
these dried-out eyes,
containing my last few tears...
i will never let them fall.
these worn-out hands,
holding my last ounce of strength...
they fail to give me courage.
this burnt-out light,
which held eternal hope...
she let it die, leaving me in the dark.
my heart still beats
my pen still speaks
but when that love is lost,
i fall, and eyes begin to weep-
those tears,
i swore they'd never fall...
there is heart,
but no love to keep it warm.
there are words,
but no mouth to make them known.
there is soul,
but no key to grant it freedom.
and this pen holds no worth
if my light has burned away-
for i cannot read in the dark.
it's all been stolen,
and i have nothing to say;
i am left in silence.
