I don’t know why I like to talk with you
In your language
Why I can’t withdraw my fingers from the keys
Till I finished the page
Why do I always fall prey to your childlike charm
And believe your words
When I see you staring at me from inside the glass
My thoughts collapse as a tower of cards
The scratch you left on the surface of my heart
Has grown wide to touch the mind
Your lies and betrayal still haunt me like ghosts
Though much I try to leave them behind
Your questions have no answers with me
And you ask them so often
I tried and failed to come out from web of love
That around me you have spun
Know I well I won’t ever get you, and your love
Is not in my fate
You better find love with someone who stays near you
Before it would be too late
a lovely poem of the act of falling in love........that cannot be? ...............wonderfully written.
Why I can’t withdraw my fingers from the keys..........i was thinking keys? house or car keys? ? then it dawned on me: computer keyboard keys i guess. and When I see you staring at me from inside the glass ........glass is monitor glass? ? at first i thought you might be in love with a lizard in a terrarium! favorite lines (stanza) : The scratch you left on the surface of my heart Has grown wide to touch the mind Your lies and betrayal still haunt me like ghosts Though much I try to leave them behind ............you think of such golden lines as you dig ore from mines? ? too late for whom, i wonder. i don't care much for 'love' poems, but this one goes to MyPoemList. bri :)
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The scratch you left on the surface of my heart Has grown wide to touch the mind Your lies and betrayal still haunt me like ghosts Though much I try to leave them behind. Great expressions on the reality of love. a fine poem. tony
Why do I always fall prey to your childlike charm And believe your words When I see you staring at me from inside the glass My thoughts collapse as a tower of cards wonderful poetic expressions my dear poet Tiku. to ny
Repentance and rejection... move together, hand in hand... a beautiful poem... Thanks
The lover gives up his love and wishes that she should marry someone who is more suitable. That is great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Love that is unfulfilled is something that envelops the mind and haunts more than anything else. Really powerful and expressive poem.
Thanks for reading and giving comment. Inspired. Heartfelt gratitude.