Lesbian Poetry

Walk The Fire

Tears of silence
The sad echo of your voice
A constant reminder of the hell since your disappearence.
Forever...
You made me say
And then I promised
I sealed my fate...
I'll never smile again.
I'd walk the fire for you
To make all those words I promised true
And I'll never live a life of love,
without you.
The bloodlet lip
Lets the ruby fluid gush
Trickles down like an Irish spring
Bitter and stinging like cheap red wine.
The stone in my chest that weighs me down
...is love.