She calls him love

She calls him love
But he never response
Oh she wonders

Was I too deep?
Too mushy?
She thought to herself


She calls him her love
But he never reply her answers
So then

She remembers
She’s lonely

She’s forgotten
That he was gone
Not coming back anymore

Her tears roll off
Her cheeks
Like clouds of sweet dust

& the door
Of her broken heart
Is locked

When he left her
In the empty handed room

He stole the golden key---

©2006 kai croft


Don Iannone said...

Kai...you have such a wonderful big heart. May life bless you in return for all the love you so freely give. Don

Aurora said...

Ah, Kai, this is sweet.

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Kora said...

hmm... love...

Jon Cox said...

OMG, that is incredibly beautiful! Your poems are always so incredible!!!! Thank you so much for all of your comments & for being my friend as well! It really means A LOT to me!!! :o)

bre said...

Well written, but so sad.