What can I say
That I haven't said
A thousand times…..
Deep outburst of the heart
Which have left its traces behind…
The moon is the same moon
And so the sun and the stars…
Here I am, sitting down
In deep concentration,
Surrounded by memories
Of a lovely and truncated past...
Here I am,
Trying so hard to hold on
To the last thought of you…
Feelings are stronger than ever…
While dreaming of you
Every nights is inevitable…
Just in vain,
For those dreams
Never came true…
Here I am,
Walking thousand of miles
Of empty spaces,
Tired and melancholic,
Searching for your soul…
Searching for your love...
COPY WRITE©2009
I guess your can't sleep huh non of us can if reality is better then fantasy.
Well I could never call this love of yours fruitless Romeo, because it produced a sweetly lamenting romantic poem to end my weekend on. Thank you for posting it...off to bed to dream a dream come true. Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
solitude is the pride of love......... the melancholy always carry the truth of love.....