Purge the Unsaid.

by Blissful

Raindrops cannot cleanse these eyes
For I wish they held the remedy
To erase the story scripted within
And the thunder might mask
The cries of "I loved you" but
I am witness to my own collapse

Grant my urge to purge this love

Fleeing into the unknown with nothing
But a promise of a better tomorrow
Yet my faith is on life support
And you hold the power
To turn...
...off...
...the light.

Warped this thing called "love" truly is
For it takes an unsuspecting heart
And with every ounce of strength
Flings it into uncertainty...
In hope it grows wings to fly
But most rarely do

For you reached your delicate fingers
In the crevice I'd forgot to close
And with one touch stole my spirit

I should have known...
Those words were too sweet
To hold truth...drizzled with charm
You were a master in your craft

My heart yearned for the warmth
I'd forgotten how it felt
Although I'm sure it knew
That the flame was weakening

Raindrops cannot cleanse what I've seen
And the thunder cannot erase mere utterance
But I can lock this memory
Swallow the key, like these many words
...left unsaid

(C) Copyright. Bliss. 2009.