A solemn remark. A pointless notice.
A remembrance of you.
My countless omissions of sincerity pass as souls from the earth.
Opportunities wrought with error.
You.
A need I cannot take.
Desire consumes destiny. Yearning devours fate.
I, wrapped in sackcloth and ashes.
My eternal passion, embers burning with unrequited love.
Rapture my pain and release my misery.
My dreams were nothing more.
Apparitions teasing a taste of Heaven.
I am fallen, shattered and broken.
Neither thread nor needle can mend a desolate heart.
Only....You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but very very beautiful poem. Really like it.