SILENT THUNDER RUNNING SCARED
He softly speaks of quiet pain
Then smiles to ease the burden we now share.
And deep within my searching soul
I find a truth
To run away from if I dare.
His words are silent thunder running scared
in circles unconnected.
He touched me
and I'm freezing
In a suffering warmth that leaves me
wanting
to experience a love that can't be mine.
And now I softly speak of quiet pain.
His words have left me standing in the rain
And the thunder has grown deafening.
Remembrance of his smile is my umbrella.
His gentle touch is my despair.
He is unaware that I truly care;
no longer there to know
he touched my soul
and left me bare and wanting.
