Deadlys by Timothy SomersWhat you Dont Say,
means Everything.
Every time the phone
doesnt ring,
I jump,
started by the silence.
What you Dont Mean,
is the Cruelest.
The take-back slack
attitude afterwards,
after the pots are thrown,
the gravel sown on
the soil.
Hot Loves supposed
to cure all this?
Moments being tender
to yourself,
thinking that its me?
You cant see?
The Dont Wants
are the real taunts.
The warm time,
make-up crime
is the Deadlys.
12/27/2005 Posted on 12/28/2005 Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
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