For you our love was neither strong nor real,
But I had both wild fears and odd hopes.
And now in my soul there's a mausoleum,
It's a remembrance of the joy we lost.
How can I bury all those golden feelings
That you woke up in my heart? Though they died
It seems as if they were alive and breathing.
How can I write them off? I do not understand.
There is a cold and gloomy mausoleum
That is inside of me and that is simply me.
Let people call me stubborn, odd or silly -
For me your fake love oath was like a wedding ring.
Are you sure that's not a suicidal mission you are taking in the expedition of love? Never mind a good write. I want the dance of your pen to blaze with the fire of passion. Great one
Superb write and great metaphors and anastrophes used in the poem.I liked the theme very much.Not very easy topic to write for all.
For me your fake love oath was like a wedding ring.passionately poignant, heart ripping,10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How u employ and draw the analogy of d mausoleum is superb! So cheer up pal! Leave sadnes to poetry alone. Hope u read mine too.