Murmurs of a Dying Heart

Love does make one a poet or a criminal- to the extreme!

Just want to post a poem he wrote for me when those extreme moments almost mean an end.

Of Tears Wine and a Loaded Gun

I sit here alone and confused
in the deafening silence
I hear the screams and cries
these words you type pierce my soul

Salty tears flowing on my cheeks
soaking my skin, some falling upon a glass
half full of amber truth
In the hope of numbing the hurts and pain

Beside the mouse, piece of iron
Inviting, mocking.. and taunting
you and I know..
as the rains blow upon the window
this is madness.. its crazy

Love makes the ordinary become poetry
Pain and hurts.. rain and tears
Wine and a loaded gun
an evening we will always remember by


---21511