No More

All was for you.
The good, the bad.
My friend, my love.

I never knew.
You never spoke.
Hidden feelings.

Our love is dead.
My fault
Not sure

Anger, self doubt, questions
How quickly we build walls of silence and fear.
Disguised by curtains of wine.

Monotony of years gone by.
Many faults I do have.
The Black and White.

Wasted years,
Wasted tears.
Our love is dead.


PeterVaillancourt©2009

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Comments

loupgarou says,

Oh well I did not know it would run the poem together.

loupgarou says,

Oh well I did not know it would run the poem together.

loupgarou says,

Oh well I did not know it would run the poem together.

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