It's Too Late...
I'm telling you something which is painful,
But I'm afraid, it's just a fact,
What a world it is? !
What a world we have? !
Whenever I look at her, she never looks at me!
Then I understand,
Whenever I don't care,
She stares at me.
Yet, whenever we look at eachother's eyes...
We try to convince ourselves that it's over!
The end has came, It's too late...
We aren't supposed to love anymore,
We won't look at eachother's face anymore!
What a world it is?
What a world we have?
Love's forbidden in these dim roads of life,
Never wait to find a flame far away,
There's no hope to change
Because it's the way it is.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It may not be artistically written, but be sure that it is emotionally composed. Best wishes... Sina.