Depths Of Me Poem by Petra Soliman

Ooh...

You are not my lover any more,
You are not my friend any more,
We meet we don't speak any more.

You don't know, my soul, what you are to me
I'd be dead and gone if you might have forgotten about my love for you.
It wasn't in my hands to travel away from you,
And I did not forget you for a minute nor a second,
Yet you still want to blame me, throw your accusations upon me?
Or is it that I do not matter to you any more?
You don't know, my soul, what you are to me..

I go back in time and dream of the years I've spent with you,
All the loving days gone, all these years passed by like a second,
I go back in time and bake myself, setting myself on fire,
What would I do now with this broken heart inside of me?
The world have separated our paths,
But that did not help me to forget you.

Every road has your memory,
Every street has your memory,
Every highway has your memory,
Every face I see has your memory,
WHY?

Why do my eyes shed tears while I am smiling?
In the depths of me, I am fearing I am losing myself,
This pain is far too deep,
It's too late to say sorry...