We know that it’s all to far apart
But when we speak
Every time we talk
We light a spark
And it’s fallen on old leaves of conversation
And lit them onto fire
We glow in the satire
Our laughter never stops
But our lives are pulled apart
By the empty space in between
This one half of my heart
That I Fed-Ex'ed to you
I know it is safe
In your arms
The miles will not quit
And I would walk them all
To get to that one point
Where we are hand in hand
Both standing tall
The things I try to hide
They pour onto the floor
Where my heart use to lay
Stolen from me
By someone I barely see
Almost as if you were here
Here with me
I like the imagery of this part. We light a spark and it’s fallen on old leaves of conversation and lit them onto fire In a conversation or a speech a pause is a time for thinking. In this case one might say a pause or time apart when there is no conversation is a time for dreaming.
An excellent modernistic structure encompassed by a theme that I can personally relate create a very wonderful poem for the reader. Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem is this one 10/10