I tried writing something...
But I can't think of anything to write...
I tried reading a book...
But it's not me to read a book...
I tried listening to music...
But my ears can't hear anything...
That's when I realized...
Things I never realized before...
That I only write if it's about you...
That I only read if there's you in it...
And I only listen if it's your voice I hear...
Life's just not the same...
Life's just so useless...
Life's just empty...
If there's no you in it...
Nice realization! ... Nicely expressed... Ironic huh.. You can't write anything but him.. And you composed something with blankness converted to realization surrounded with the thought of him... funny though huh, how we suddenly realize these stuff.. Keep writing..
haha.. and it ended up about him... nice one.. keep on rocking..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
makes me wonder who you were talking about.. hahaha