She tells me that she’s fine
But she keeps her real emotions
Protected and confined,
She’s secretive like an Israeli spy.
She always leaves me lingering in the dark
Only whispering half her thoughts,
Always concealing her heart.
I have to meditate in loneliness
And collect my shattered ideas;
We seem forever two people
Impossible of becoming one.
I don’t want to leave
But it is too hurtful to stay:
Sometimes your ability to love
Simply withers away.
Your poetry always touches the heart of this reader. So glad I didn't miss this one that treads that fine line between the tenderness and the terror. Superb. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lovely write Uriah, split between two worlds, what a dilemma, but beautifully expressed. I really enjoyed this read. Thanks lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I envy you that original title and the content of your poem does not disappoint. Love is sad. No one can convey that message better than you. Beautiful write, Uriah. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra