I’ve come undone
The birds do sing
The sun still shines
I’m staring empty
With time on my wrist
My hearts desire
Cast in a fire
Of passion and flame
All burnt up in voices of blame
Nothing now
But tears like rain
Nothing left to do
I’ve come undone
I can write and write and write
The heartache just won’t go
Rather I never write another poem
To know your love again
It’s all I can do to read them now
These endless lines of pain
The birds do sing
The sun still shines
I’m staring empty
With time on my wrist
My hearts desire
Cast in a fire
Of passion and flame
All burnt up in voices of blame
Nothing now
But tears like rain
Nothing left to do
I’ve come undone
I can write and write and write
The heartache just won’t go
Rather I never write another poem
To know your love again
It’s all I can do to read them now
These endless lines of pain
- Jane Burd 2009
