E Nigma

~the Words~ - Poem by E Nigma

I ventured kind of far today
I passed a man with words
It's cliché in this irony
But tell me what you heard?

I'm guilty, as she is gone
But I haven't got the nerve
I opened up the door today
She's whistling like a bird

Her scents a sort of ecstasy
Like a harlot bathed in myrrh
Her eyes a sorted mystery
Repeat the sullen words

Recite this little rhapsody
In other words, utter words
Yes, read from what I wrote today
It's collections of what I've heard

The truth revealed in her expression
A crack in pitch a stagnant tempo
Her body quakes like a shaken temple
Those minutes gone, now lost in limbo
A suicide, your worth's left to me as he passed
The note, his words

I added to his masterpiece
Your efforts to try and hide
His reserved goodbye and my desert
Time wont erase those tears you cry
But his gift awoke my nerve

Topic(s) of this poem: thinking

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

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