My aunt never married;
on occasion my mother...
Not even this soft white tissue
can soak up these heavy tears...
Heart wrenching pain
searing through my chest...
As young as she was,still mumbling
Not even mature enough to express her feelings...
I could be in a room of hundreds,
but I feel alone...
You want to know me
You better think again...
~ know what you're thinking
this could be a love poem from me...
When I was young my son's life was severred from...
Then when older another son's life severred from...
Living in a house where you used to walk
Where you used to live and breathe, hurts...
Deep within me you slowly grew,
The love I felt was all brand new...
The love that would burn, in the depths of my soul...
Now hollow and empty, the dark black hole...
My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go...