No eager lips

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough
For widows and their masculine counterparts.
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

No arms left now, that never will rebuff.
No eager lips to whispering love impart
Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

People say, of course, the going’s rough
The coming’s gone and nothing shall gestate
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Never more to share cartoons and laughs.
Never more to be a chosen mate
Loneliness, the word’s not wrong enough.

Did we know the heart of what we had?
Did we learn the art of love too late?
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

You have gone and closed is the gate
In mad ball,  I roll with love and hate
Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough
Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

 

 

 

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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