But this silence, it embraces my letter,
I lift my quill, in my mind, forget the ink.
Your pain I share, yet it cannot feel better,
For the arrows I shot, wounded deep I think;
But this silence, it tightens the past fetters,
Revives memories unwanted in a wink.
If love can kill, unforgotten remains this,
Nothing is deadlier; than that final kiss.
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© Leo 01/06/2011