I'm bawl for love but,
love is not here.
I'm bawl for you and me but,
only my shadow is to hear me.
I'm writing for you by the shadow
which follows me.
A pen, a paper and my love.
Love for you.
Brain; full of smoke.
Body; full of alcohol.
a Blues; is my only company.
Words in my brain are running tonight
playing an insidious game.
I remember -you.
I remember -the past.
I remember -my love for you
more and more.
Yes.
More and more
More and more
I'm bawl for love but,
love is not here.
I'm bawl for you and me.
This night looks as a blues song.
Love.
I said... Love.
Feel me. Again.
Feel it.
Can you feel me?
You have gone
like tulips are dying in winter.
Are you traveling in secret sea?
Are you flying through moonlight?
I'm bawl for love but,
love is not here.
Drunk words.
Drunk mind.
Drunk feelings.
Love. I said... Love. Feel me. Again. Feel it. Can you feel me? .. tulips are dying... secret sea, flying through the moonlight. wonderful.. tony
Absolutely emotional poem by an emotional writer...Thanks for sharing with us
You are rock! I like your style its refreshing and sweet. A beautiful poem, incredibly sad and dripping with emotion. Great writing. Thanks for sharing another poem with us.
Flaming-hot desire met with hard, cold reality; your emotional and physical discomfort must somehow be solved very fast. I think readers will marvel at how 'real' your plight seems to them.
it's is a blues - rock poem. I like it so much. It's very emotional and full of passion. Love your pen and your passion dear poetess. I hope to read more poems by you. Ariel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMG This is really....... deep