It came in my heart of hearts,
that endearing omission of a thought.
Have I ever felt,
that beauty would find me here -
like that time we met, first.
Now - it's all just a blur to me.
That same reference in disguise,
when you sold out on my pure gentle -(touch)
.
That the liquid ran through our poisonous -(veins)
.
Nothing prepared me for those thoughts,
those same feelings which I gave -(her)
.
It seemed to me a omission of words,
before they could be spoken.
I need the permission to give to -
the omission.
I do not want this anymore.
Just take it, I asked -
that refused of me.
Kept trying to confuse me.
I listened so thoughtfully.
Until the time that passed,
I knew. How not to fill that void.
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