When you look into his eyes
And find no love anymore
Then you try to make him think of the good times before
But you feel that sudden pain
Coz everything's in vain
The moment you realize
It takes away your soul
That,
Your hearts are miles apart
hearts are miles apart...
When you hear his voice
So harsh and dry
And the things that he doesn't say
Start making you cry
And you feel that sudden pain
Coz everything's in vain
The moment you realize
It takes away your soul
That,
Your hearts are miles apart
hearts are miles apart...
Then you see him happy
With his new life
Laughing and clapping
With his future wife
But all that matters is
That smile on his face
So you let the things go by
Slowly in pace
And still somewhere you feel
Could you be just friends?
But, that moment you realize
That,
Hearts are miles apart..
hearts are miles apart...
A beautifully conceived meaningful articulation of the thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Anvita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
And still somewhere you feel Could you be just friends? But, that moment you realize That, Hearts are miles apart.. hearts are miles apart... seeing him laughing with his new wife and hoping to be still friends with him and to realize the hearts are apart miles and miles away.....sad, pathetic.sense of loss still loving........ life and its problems and the pains of relationship..... very well written poem. thank you very much dear poetess. tony
'Miles Apart' is a wonderful poem, where you have successfully portrayed the trials and tribulations of a heart that is dejected and forlorn, by unrequited love. 'The moment you realize It takes away your soul That, Your hearts are miles apart hearts are miles apart...' - hope, the pain is not personal. Love your lines, they have so much of innocence deep within! Best wishes and happy writing, dear young budding poet!
you have raised a pertinent question.....the answer lies with everybody....love is just a phase like a passing cloud....emotion regarding the past is a poison which pollutes the future........better to forget this past incident by diverting the mind into many unexplored fields..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of lose of fascination and distress in bliss of love, nicely penned from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Anvita. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.