It Hurts
What does it mean when you speak nothing?
Your touch melts me
it brings feeling, and emotions that I know from within you care
but why doesn’t your words back the beautiful love I think we share?
day and night passes
hour to hour
minute to minute
all that surrounds me are thoughts of our love
the thoughts are beautiful, and freighting
freighting
only because I know the that you have my heart, completely
beyond fleshly comprehension I give me to you.
The fear though is that you could care less
that at any one moment I may go a day and not see you
that day some guy name Michael will charm you
delight you
attempt to love you
then, you will come to me
create some crap
and leave
this thought
this thought of what is supposed to be beautiful
it hurts
-Mark Beville
© 2000
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