Not Just Yet

She tries to dry her tears tonight
The lonely thought of never hearing his voice
Torn to shreads and left for dead
Trying to overcome overwhelming feelings of dread
Veins pumping blood through dead weight
She knows it's neithers faults to whither
It's the only way they can ever feel the burn of eachothers skin against the others
Without her constant kill to the heart, she's caused enough heart ache with her own self inflicted pain
She has to wait, but with every second she causes even more anguise for the man...for feelings that shes trying to get rid of from some other past play......
So she can say so very delicately; say these few words to someone shes found to care about so much in so few months, days, hours, minutes, seconds.....
So she can whisper.........without fear of rejection even though she knows her heart will cease once she has said them
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