Talk

Talk
29-7-13

Talk to me my angel,
Though your wings are tattered, torn.
Your spark of love lies dying
While mine has been reborn.

But don’t think I’ve forgotten
How it feels to be alone;
When even friends seem pointless
And from a locked box a heart moans.

I know most of the feelings
You’re trying to bury under ‘numb’,
And I know what while it sometimes works
It’s not a rule of thumb.

Talk to me my angel,
Because those feelings that you’ve filed,
Have filled that box to bursting
And are freely running wild.

So before the time has passed us
And talking’s become obsolete;
Open your heart and spill your words
As I sit ready at your feet.