STM's Got Talent
I didn’t know what I wanted to say
so I asked for us to be this way
10 feet apart and freezing slow
from our lonely hearts and winter snow.
All through the winter we slept,
Our eyes on icicles that wept.
But my tears pooled inside,
kept there by my feeble pride.
A lifeless late Autumn-like Spring.
The April showers couldn’t bring
the flowers we used to love
to fall from the dead trees above.
Summer rolled by and Fall followed.
Your boyish cheeks became hollowed.
I didn’t know why this shook me
till you flew away so suddenly.
Only then did the words spill out,
from my mouth in a quiet shout.
The things you wanted to hear
echoed out of your cold pale ears.
What is the use?
Your soul’s set loose.
Here no more.
My heart’s so sore.
“I love you. Please stay with me.”
“Ah. You said it… Finally.”
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