Thursday, December 15, 2005

he lies

he lies
next to her
on cotton sheets
like silent whispers

his hand
reaches out
for the warmth
of her golden skin

her eyes
close tightly
as she inhales
loves fading essence

she turns
her small frame
so much like wind
blowing the wrong way

she cries
hidden tears
he will never see
fall from her blue eyes

he lies
next to her
speaking of love
but she knows the truth

he lies

By wagner used with the permission of the poet.
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