by Laura Leigh Fields

Created on: May 14, 2007   Last Updated: May 17, 2007

"A Letter To Him."

There is a woman's hand,
Dancing across the page.
It is like a bird in flight,
Cramped for space.
With an extended forefinger,
She inks the night away.
She holds on tight to her ink pen,
There is so much to say.
Each cursive stroke,
Carves his destination.
"The romance is gone."
She tried to spare him humiliation.

I can not say,
What is in my heart.
I know I love you,

But it is tearing me apart.
I need more
Than what you are willing to give.
I thirst for attention,
Without it, my spirit won't live.
This was a dream,
Or a nightmare come true.
I'm sorry I must give up,
I am leaving you.
I am sorry things happened this way
All good things must come to an end.
Please remember me always,
I hope we can still be friends.

She sculpts his tombstone,
With the secrets she spills.
She says speechless prayers,
But the wounds will not heal.
We are going in circles.
Is the forgiveness in his heart?
Haunting whispers,
We are drifting apart.
Pages of emotions,
Track the hours,
With each word she spells out,
His destiny she devours.

I can not say,
What is in my heart?
I know I love you,
But it is tearing me apart.
I need more
Than what you are willing to give.
I thirst for attention,
Without it, my spirit won't live.
This was a dream,
Or a nightmare come true.
I'm sorry I must give up,
I am leaving you.
I am sorry things happened this way
All good things must come to an end.
Please remember me always,
I hope we can still be friends.

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