THE FACE
The face
somewhat swollen
as if deprived
but not of sleep
just holding back
the agony
watching love slip
uttered
not a sound.
Is love never possessed
only held momentarily
until we think
it's ours
only to leave us
abandoned again
while others hearts swell
with the prospect
a false comfort
as it touches them
fills their hearts
and slips away
again and again
until the nothingness
devoid of all hope
sings it's song
and memory
holds what is past?
How cruel
to be human
and know
love
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