In the House Where Love Died
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In the house where love had died
Shadows echo off walls
As silent voices mysteriously cry their unwept tears
Vows broken
Promises stolen
And the soft whisperings of life are gone
In the quiet, unfriendly corners of the rooms
Dead soft, fingers of light-
Peek shyly through cold, shuttered windows
As the drip, drip, drip of rusty, unused faucets cry their tears
Begging for wet rivers of love…
That once ran through their flowing spigots…
Now sitting unused in their empty rooms
No more children’s voices ringing joyfully through the halls
Little finger prints that no longer trace the walls
Silent
Empty
No one lives here anymore
Never- could one love too much
But…
They could have loved in a false way,
Where everything beloved was naught
Never loved as it ought to be
The halls - in lonely grief they sigh
For those once loved no longer reply
The silence of love…
Voices that cannot sing again
Silent hearts which once sang their songs…
Quieted now…
Where love has gone
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