There's a scar upon my heart
A small ache that never leaves
Since you and I are now apart
You're no longer in my arms
There's pain in my sorry soul
My life is not filled with your charms
I feel like a snarling beast
Frustrated you're not close by
And search for you both west and east
I need you sat by our hearth
Then I will feel warm again
And hear you singing in the bath
I haul the logs, saw them up
Sharp is my axe as is my mind
Yet I weep in our loving cup
My mind does see you each day
You're there in clouds and the stars
Just who will take this pain away?
I loved you bar none my love
And touch your clothes in the trunk
I'm sure we'll meet again above
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(sniffing) This is too sad. Beautifully written, but sad.
ReplyDeleteA beautifully poignant write
ReplyDeleteBeen there. And I wish I hadn't.
ReplyDeleteSad. Good.
ReplyDeleteI don't get the 'my mine' bit. 'Mind' or am I missing a meaning?
The photo of the axe and the word scar in the title make a compelling juxtaposition. I like "our loving cup."
ReplyDeletewhen the sadness seems too much you bring the hope of reunion above. Yes i the reader can exhale here
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week Robin
much love...
Nice
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