Walk

Don’t ask me what love is

Stop trying to tell me how I’m feeling

Don’t make yourself useless

Stop making our love useless

Just put your hand on your heart

and press down the wound

Just put your lips over my hair

and press down the kiss

This door won’t remain open

My arms won’t remain closed

The butcher’s knife is on the table

The merchant’s cart is by the steps

These useless conversations we had

will be carved off the walls

and sold into the streets

To those that have no words for their own misery

To those that have no frames for their own heartbreak. 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Walk

  1. Love your imagery! Pretty powerful ** — good ending

    The butcher’s knife is on the table

    The merchant’s cart is by the steps

    These useless conversations we had

    will be carved off the walls

    and sold into the streets

    To those that have no words for their own misery

    To those that have no frames for their own heartbreak.

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