I saw the fringe of reality
Burn in its past tense freeze
And the modern proses of a broken heart
Relapsed into a time when you never did forget me...
Why is it somehow the fire ran from its burn?
The inevitable passion for yearning
Making its way down 'cold' upon my pillow;
There was a time when your love never doubted me,
And in your soul disheveled you offered your cup and bed...
Remember the times when my smile was all you fought for?
I believe some sort of salvation waits on the other end,
A manage for change where our love is never misinterpreted
Remember true love doesn't always yearn for grass that is greener,
But settles in a place where there might be nowhere
But no point of return;
I cannot return to a life without you..
I have to learn to love my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Remember true love doesn't always yearn for grass that is greener, But settles in a place where there might be nowhere Beautifully said! Loved the poem.