Saturday, 24 August 2013

Love You. Good Night.

I’m not just a thing that you keep in your room
I wasn’t put here for you to consume
Just to speak when asked to and told what to do
And left to get dusty when I become inconvenient for you
To think when you don’t see me I stop to exist
That a kind word can make up for the days you have missed
You forget, actions speak louder than any word you say
‘I love you my darling’ – but you are never here to stay
The room’s getting darker, would take two to keep it bright
Maybe tomorrow – ‘Love you. Good Night.’

By Verena Zyla - 24/08/2013

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