Skylark Poetry

Muddied words of lies I just cannot decipher. A slew of words deafened by the absence of action. An absence so felt, that I forget myself. A lie, up on a lie. Watch it pile, as honesty becomes a fading echo. As lies corrode whatever was left of the hope that I felt. You guided me with guilt and persuaded yourself to believe. To believe that your inaction was hope. (You ask me to love. You ask me to wait. You ask me to give my heart. When you just take.) (When you have given me none.) Utterances with inaction: Lies. Isla Skylark 11 September 2018 15:41

I wake beside her. In her bed enough for the both us. In her bed a bubble for our souls to meld. A home for us both. She turns to look into my dreamfilled eyes. her smile in the shape of "Good morning"; her arms a blanket of "I hope you slept well". My arms a story of "I don't want to leave". *** The sun has risen, I am forced to get up. Reality, Responsibility, All this beckons for our attentions. All our will to be devoted, no longer to us in our dream, but to our lives without each other. Our moments without each other. Our walks alone. An ours without an us. *** A shower away. My face is made. I look upon on her bed and remember our home within it. I smile as she pulls me to her arms. I breathe in her essence, feel her soul once more, embrace her heart in mine; As I wait for the dream to end. *** Shoes on my feet. Her, making coffee. The day beckons. Until the next time... Isla Skylark ~ @artpoetry ...