Speak

by E.J. Driscoll





I am done with whatever you have to say.

This is the last time that you will have your way.

No one will hear your screams.

Not one person� maybe in your dreams.

Talk out loud; tell me that you love me.

Nothing will save you now, do not try to flee.

Fore you never talk, tell me what you are thinking.

Please tell me before I make you start drinking.

There is nothing in this world for you.

Not even one single thing for you to do.

Never mind, forget what you have done.

I was never really number one.

How could you do this to my dream?

Nothing is ever what it may seem.

Reaching out into the darkness, I see you there.

Laughing as if you had no cares.

You caress my body carefree.

As I let out a final plea.

No one loves you as much as I.

The least you could do is reply.





Copyright 2004 by E.J. Driscoll





Author's bio

Evelyn J. Driscoll is a hard working student. She loves to be outside in the rain. Most of the time, she loves to listen to music.



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