Whispers and Wanting

My suffering falls now from eyes of glass

And the last of my warmth lies dying on cold cheeks

Such fingers as yours embracing this worn face

Pierce the heart beating in fury for further moments as these

Your whisper would bring the beats back

But your silence screams never

 

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