She was sad, falling apart
Unrequited love broke her heart
Collecting her pieces,
I helped her, tried to bring her peace
I gave her my peace,
Yeah all of my peace.
And now I am nothing,
But a vagabond.
Wandering aimlessly,
Looking for some peace
For I lost it all.
And it lies in her
Yeah somewhere I had fallen for her.
My lovely queen is she,
But her Prince isn't me.
I am nothing,
But a song no-one sings.
Write comment. Nice imagination, Anubhav. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
In between joy and grief of wonderful love still poet feels loneliness. Wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write ... Depicting great regret, sorrow.. Keep it up... You may like to read my poem the last kiss with death too.. Naila