Tuesday 3 May 2016

Charades

You tell me you don't want me
I don't know what to believe
When I set out to go away
You will not let me leave
You say "Go away" 
You say "I hate you"
But inside you waver
Inside you cry your tears
Your lips will not say it
Your lips belie your fears
We play this game of charades
We play at making up
But inside I am deflated
All good feelings are negated
Those words you cannot say
Are left there in a heap
You push us away
Make me feel like I am dead
For those awful words that 
You will not say out loud
Those words I hear within my head
Those words that lie; still and cold
Between us
Those words you cannot say
"Please stay" 
Ever left unsaid...




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