Your words,
that flow out of your mouth is like
a river.
Your smile,
like a five year old child's,
is like cold shower no a
hot summer's day.
Your dark, mesmerising hair,
is like a waterfall,
flowing throug your back.
Only your tears,
ones you shed when you are hurt,
is like the water of an ocean,
blue and maybe beautiful,
but not the one I could drink,
only drown
Drown in your sadness,
in your pains,
delve deep inside your heart
only with a hope that I could heal it,
fearing not my impending, inevitable,
Death by Water.
All of these,
all of these waters,
I wanted to live by mademoiselle...
But now that you are gone,
Alive but dead for me,
A liar,
just like me,
one who didn't understand my pains,
when I was sinking into a whirlpool of
dark, depressing nightmares.
Cruel sweet Lady,
Lady with a self-indulgent heart,
You have left me,
Or,
Maybe I have shown you the door,
finally devastated and ruined,
with your manipulations,
and deliberate blows upon
my tender, vulnerable,
growing soul.
But still,
without you,
without your waters,
How do I live?
but live like a ghost
I suspect that you usually write your poems 'in a hurry'.. Then, simply SLOW DOWN and re-read your write before release the ''done'' 'button' ;) :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Typos aside this is a great poem Souren! You've capture something here... The intensity of young love and dissolution of such love as well as the confusion of emotions between the lovers... My pain... Your pain.. Our pain.... Where does the love stop and the pain begin?