Monday, September 24, 2007

ELIZABETH TO JOHN

Not long ago your voice boomed like the thunder every time i asked you a question

Not long ago your voice held the softness of a plow cushing my heart with your lies.

Not long ago your voice was my very undoing.

Not long ago your voice was distant as the sun is from the place I stand.

Not long ago your voice was the thing i feared.

Not long ago your voice stabbed me like the needles and pins of a voodoo doll.

Not long ago...

Now your voice holds the feeling of deciet and lies.

Now your voice holds the sorrow of losing me.

Now your voice wants to make peace with mine like the earth does the moon.

Now you voice whispers promises that i know you can't keep.

Now your voice dies when it hears mine

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