Inner tears

Words of anger, left unsaid
Are like tears we shed inside
Words of anger, snarled out
Are like knives cutting into the hide
Of those we have given control
Over our thoughts and our deeds
These angry words imprison us
They become captors that we feed

It is better to shed a tear in love
Than cut another to the bone
With words that ring forever
Causing pain to each of us alone
Go ahead and cry the tears
In the shadows of our mind
And let them flow as words of kindness
Leaving only love behind

A poem in the style of Edgar Allen Poe

If there were a dream, that a man could dream
Of a love which could last evermore
It would be the dream dreamt by the dreamer off upon Annabel's shore
where a boy loved beyond love
Beyond heaven above
Beyond life, beyond death into lore
Out there in the sea, that tumultuous sea
Where love is all that is worth living for.

Memorial stone in the rain

it isn't like the night was long
or the rain cold upon our lips
it isn't like the shadows moved
just to hide us as we kissed

our bodies intertwined together
on my raincoat in the grass
the world didn't care, nor stars
nor the future nor the past

the only ones who ever cared
were just we two alone
now that we are not two
that memory stands like polished stone

in a storm that never ends