Perhaps I ponder why I write
Since in fact it’s already said
That a poet’s just a parasite
For a feeling long-since dead.
It’s true that I feel I’m dying -
I couldn’t describe how I’ll live
In silence keeping me sighing
For a girl I’m no longer with.
I cannot contain pain within
Anymore than I’d let it show,
But without skill of the violin,
Maybe yet I can let her know.
What I said cannot be unsaid,
But if life is about learning
And words are as tears to be shed,
I’ll shed them all, yearning.
I love you Sweetheart, always,
And forever I’ll be thinking
Of the girl for whom a heart sways
As it sighs forever, sinking.
So Angelic your soul did seem,
If only now I see its Truth;
I knew it always was a dream,
If altering nothing ‘tis proof.
For Ever is not time enough
For me to explain the feeling,
But in future beyond the bluff,
We’ll see true Love was healing.
Author notes
Life is about learning...
Comments
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love your poem specially this line.
For Ever is not time enough
Good work, thanks for sharing such good work.
Have a good time.
Hamid
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thats so sad but im sure you will recover i love the way you write about your feelings it's so sad but love is all about the good times and the bad
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Thankyou
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