He lives on the outside
of himself.

His smile hides his fear,
but he doesn’t know
what he is afraid of.

He is fun
and his laughter

tickles the room,

but he is sad.
He is desperately sad.
And he is lonely.

His heart is eager
to love, hungry
to be loved, but

He has forgotten
the fragrance
of love.

He speaks words
that sound like love,
but they

to the

and S h a t t e r

because He doesn’t speak
the same language
of love

as She
and She can’t hear
him anymore.

Lori Roa, 2014


About Lori

Words are magic. And I am a believer.
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