My heart is already broken! No more damage can you do!
In the symphony of madness, I sang the same to you.
But in this dueling duet of agony, who was teaching who?
This familiar song I thought I wrote, now claimed by someone new.
Who is this muse before me? Where did she learn this tune?
This melody I locked inside, revealed by this blue moon.
In bitterness I heed her cry, lost in this monsoon.
Joyous songs were not for us, we sang along too soon.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
when I read this poem from the last line to the first line, it seems to be very beautiful, The way you have written this poem is still wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing that with me... I now read it both ways and never would have thought of that. I will leave it as is, but thank you for giving me a new prospective on it: -)