Tender moments that stemmed from a kiss
Though uncertain of the future all this may bring
I allowed myself to give you all the love that my heart can muster
And devotion that is felt from the deepest recessess of my soul.
I am wounded over and over again
The feeling of uncertainty never goes away
I want your permission to grieve once and for all
And end the illusion of this liason.
I am tired and I am broken
There is nothing to chisel from your marble of a heart
There is no tenderness for me to find there
Only lies and disenchantment.
'There is nothing to chisel from your marble of a heart' - these are my favourite lines. A very sincere and touching poem. Love the title. Thanks for sharing, June. A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am drawn into this poem, becoming as vulnerable as the writer, only to suffer the same fate. You have the power to generate empathy; anyone reading this with openness and sensitivity cannot fail to be affected.