you always tell me
what’s broken yesterday
chanting of hateful memory
yet you never ask
how am i doing today
i listen with my wits almost dry
but i still go with you in comfort
cause i’m your rocking support
who never ask you why
there are times it’s cyclistic
i pause a moment and you’re quick
to say ” i’m mumbling with tune”
don’t worry i become your own
Mononton One of the many faces of the Love Good one Tks Nooruddeen
very nice to read... really great..anybody who experience that can relate or even those who didnt because your words are so convincing thanks for sharing Maia
hey dis is a great piece. we care for someone, because we love him/her.. and sometimes we wonder if they care for us too, in the same way we do? but it doesn't matter, as long as we're sincere.. but we gotta give our best, so that later we wont regret.. thanks. dan.
may be we were twins at some point of time...for what i know feel you have already written down..how well u read my little mind...simply awestruck...
Sad yet true how some people stay stuck in the past and do not focus on the beauty of the day..You sir point that out with simplicity and style in your first few lines..Awesome
beautiful piece my friend yes sometimes our effort goes to waste trying to impress someone thanks for sharing
Don't worry I become your own - With whispers in my ear, to support me too. For what may I do for you now? But... I'M Nothing To You; you say, except I have found this poem all the same. But...I'M nothing to you. Great poem Manonton.
But I am nothing to you- but you are everything to me. I understand this perfectly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned................