Sunday, September 07, 2008
Never To Be
Love
was served
on a silver platter
but unconsumed
we let it lay
though our starving hearts
beat loud
In silence
we denied ourselves
the undeniable
for both our hand
already given
forced us
to hold out
Time
it wasn't on our side
but hope
never far away
and though
we couldn't speak our heart
the promise of tomorrow
gave strength
But now
death has come
to end the dreams
that sneaked in mind
and I must let you go
crying secret tears
in a heart
already drenched
©2008 Fenny
18:15 Posted in Love (or not) | Permalink | Comments (4) | Email this | Tags: poetry, love, death
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A fine testament to the addage: follow your heart. Choices we make may be the right ones, but the pain of not having what we truly wished for makes us question the choice again.
Kat
Posted by: Poetikat | Sunday, September 07, 2008
So sad but heartfelt. It makes me ache. I love when poetry can really make me feel deeply.
You are part of Poets Who Blog September Collection. It would be great if you would visit the other blogs in the collection and comment.
Posted by: Sara from PWB | Tuesday, September 30, 2008
sad tale, I like the last part
Posted by: lissa | Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Beautiful and touching. Congratulations for making part of the September Collection at Poets Who Blog
Posted by: Wordcrafter | Thursday, October 02, 2008
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