MO (6 July 1989 / Upper Hayford, England)

The Words Of Lovers

Lovers quarrel, they fight, they cry.
Pain so intense that words are useless.
Emotions emitted as beastly sounds,
no thoughts, no language, just feelings.
Eyes and minds clouded by glistening tears,
tears for the joy, tears for the pain,
weeping for loss, this moment.
Beating hearts ripped out by words,
words, words. No, not words,
but expressions, boiling and bubbling
from underuse and misgivings.
Found deep in the soul love and trust are,
so covered by the thick billowing brew
that our hearts are consumed.
This stinking, thick mess that is cleansed
by a few useless, heartfelt words, I love you.

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