The poetry I used to write
for you fades
Like the sands on the shore
They are blown away by a
breeze
Words that used to hold so
much meaning for me
Are now nothing but a
smudge of ink on paper
Words that expressed
emotions beyond human capacity
And emotions that drove a
sane soul completely obsolete
Now my hands shake in
withdrawal
Like a junkie trying to
quit
Emptiness holds me in
captivity
Like a painter's accurate
hand
My mind draws images of you
Then my hand starts moving
I can't stop myself from
writing
What did you do to me?
My heart warns the rest of
me
But the rest of me won't
listen
If I don't stop,
This heartbreak will kill
me
But death sounds more
compassionate
Compared to the torment of
living with a broken heart
You have made poetry lose
meaning
You have made life not
worth living
You have made words start
fading
You have made love
learn hurting
You have made time
start ending
And you have forced me to
learn living without you
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