The words I choose to speak
Are nothing like the thoughts that wreak
Havoc on the already obligerant mind
To know the anger is a different kind
With pleasure that sucks away the soul
Pain etched upon my heart, the toll.
How many hollow words have we begged for
The elements scream for touch, no more
A gaunt face stares back at me
What are these bruises that she sees?
Coldness is due to seep in
Disrupting any warmth in its path
The wonder of the young heart to win
Now left behind with all of the past.