Love comes
Passionate like fire
But your silence
Cuts like ice
Do not come near
For I wish to forget
The way your eyes
Used to stare into mine
Your words are lies
Like salt on my wound
The sharpest of blades
Would be welcomed relief
Running into nothingness
I bump into memories
Long buried deep
In the recesses of my mind
And my sleeves are wet
Memories are so dusty
They sting and tease
My eyes till tears fall
Lovely piece; perhaps the last line may sound better as My eyes till tears fall. Thanks for sharing, Marina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
special love ending as it always will ouch nice write