The night

the night has come
in its inevitable way
closing in on the heart...
and words are but crutches
to hold the broken parts

we speak with the tongue
but the hearts are numb
we speak, words are polite,
in silence the chill is felt
of the love long lost...

the same warm heart
is cold with desperation
the long unending arms
reminds of separation;
of one who was to be forever...

And yet, we refuse to move on
and give love a chance
And yet, we still call 'us' friends
when we have turned strangers
caged in our own worlds

Do i give in to show my bruises?
or stay stoic and calm?
Do i share the anger, the pain,
Or look ahead, and considered vain
by those who never understand?

the night has come
and i stay awake
closing my heart from all...
and words are but crutches
to hold the broken parts...