My Writing

What good does my writing do,
The words mean nothing.
You can read them,
Do you take them in your heart?
I give them from mine.
Accept them as everything they are,
I keep no secrets from you,
Yet you hide from me…
Why run from what’s real?

I’m here waiting,
My words a curse to my soul.
I write to empty my heart,
You’re my inspiration,
Everything given through the love we shared.
Have you forgotten?
My pain eased as memories stir,
We shared happiness together,
Now it’s over.