Echo`s in my head
Of Words I never said
Lips that move but utter no sound
Unspoken memories racing around
No more on you, has the sun ever shone
So much time lost, now that you`re gone
To listen for sound, that of your voice
An echo, no longer a choice
A flower that was picked, way before bloom
From us all, you were removed too soon
The image of you, as you walked out the door
Now just seems more vivid, than ever before
Feelings I have that I can never show
Words that now echo, you will never know
I never got the opportunity, to tell you goodbye
I never knew you were going to die
A flower that was picked, way before bloom From us all, you were removed too soon...loved these two lines pal!
A flower that was picked, way before bloom From us all, you were removed too soon...loved these two lines in your verse!
Woww.! ! Yourr soo Cleverr; ] Andd your poems are so dramatic. But they are very good. i really like them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem that really tugs at the heartstrings. loved it absolutely. thank you.