When you loved me, my poetry glowed
Then you left and my inspiration slowed
Still I keep writing to express my pain
Though I may never pen love poems again
When my teardrops blur the page
And I'm locked in heartache's rage
I wipe away my tears and begin to write
By the second or third verse, I'm feeling alright
When the heartache is on the page to see
I know that it's coming from out of me
Leaving less inside for me to bear
My pain, my poetry willingly does share
And when at last, my poem is finished
I find my pain has greatly diminished
And reading it over for the third or fourth time
I'm amazed by the therapy I've found in a rhyme
And no therapy bills... works for me.....lol But then there is nature she is a beauty to see, especially through the eyes of someone seeing them again for the first time, .or should I say once again Regards Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This fantastic poem gives you away and clearly your very sensitive heart (great feelings) and also your creative mind that maximizes your poetic talent! 10+++ It is an honor to be invited to read this amazing write! Keep it up! I just posted a new one titled: A Concealed Soul That if time permits, I would like you to read it and give me your feedback! Thank you and God Bless You! Romeo-Bronx-NY