Your words fall
Like stacatto vibrations on my tympanic soul,
Deafening drumbeats
Falling in percussive waves
That in the ensuing silence
Still ripple and crash
Unseen
But not unfelt.
Tag: Argument
The Argument
The late night dancing raindrops shimmer
In headlights, as in the cold
We yearn for the warmth of a crackling fire.
Words fly, and the fire
Of pent-up frustrations shimmer
In tears of a love grown cold.
Though piercing words stream cold
And sharp, they fuel a fire,
Through memories that are but a distant shimmer,
And we discover a shimmer of cold love reawakening in fire.
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