The Book Of Us Poem by Lesa MRK

The Book Of Us

Rating: 5.0

Sometimes I think I love you,
But I'm not sure how I feel.
When I'm with you, I'm happy-
I'm telling you it's for real.

Sometimes late at night I cry,
Over the things I cannot change.
This story has no happy ending;
A teardropp within every page.

How can we find an easier way,
To say goodbye in the end?
How can we find an answer,
To make a broken heart mend?

Now the book sits closed,
Never to be opened again.
We both prayed so hard,
Yet sorrow shadowed the end.

Your smile was part of the song,
That clouds the tears in my eyes.
As the flame flickers ever higher,
Something in the book dies.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nalini Hebbar 28 June 2006

great flow and the pain has been trapped well by the words you used...nalini

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