She scrubs at the invisible stain
Before first light grows old
Shadows cover the tender touch
Love waits behind closed doors
Before first light grows old
Watching the weeping soul fade
Love waits behind closed doors
Trapped between the feelings within
Watching the weeping soul fade
Disguised by unexpected light
Trapped between the feelings within
Why can’t love be set free?
Disguised by unexpected light
Shadows cover the tender touch
Why can’t love be set free?
She scrubs at the invisible stain
Pantoums are my favourite form I think. Love this even though it's so painful.
ReplyDeleteHey pantoums are my absoloute favourite!! Painful....the feeling of rejection....all forms of rejection!
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