Heart beats on in endless song
Crying out for joy
Love
One word
Meaning lost
Voices lost
Unspoken
Broken
So much could be fixed by just one word
If it only had a meaning
But importance lost with repetition
Time and time again
No more weight behind that word
Then how do I say how I feel?
How do I let you know?
That for a moment of your joy,
I would pay my own damnation.
Would a poem let you know?
Or only seem as hollow,
As the words it tries to mimic?
And how do I know,
If you feel the way I do?
When all you show is one word
Another countless time.
I don’t need much to quench my fear.
Just let me know you are sincere,
When you say
I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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