sylviasearcher

Erase

I spilled my messy soul

Graffitied the locked door

Your silence demands that I stop

Our memory tells me, More!

 

Endless is my exertion

In marking out my way

You told me once my words painted pictures.

In your heart or your head, do they stay?

 

Endless is your exertion

To scrub out my words from your door

To leave me forever in silence

Deranged at the foot of your door.

 

Even though I am tired and weary

My ink still pours from my heart

It pours with an endless longing

To go back and erase what I penned at the start.