Spoken

Image credit: Jefunne

Image credit: Jefunne

A love never spoken
Just a flower that’s pressed
Still fragrant years later
All tear drops unshed
And in this we have bled
We have bled

A step never taken
Given over to fear
Remembering joys never known
From words never said
And in this we have bled
We have bled

A door never opened
A whisper so unheard
Just regret in the shadows
Hanging over this bed
And in this we have bled
We have bled

A love never treasured
A passion denied
Just a harlequin dancing
By the piper we’re led
And in this we have bled
We have bled

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Spoken

  1. Noora says:

    Touching poetry, Helen.

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