I feel like I’m broke
I can’t find myself, my pieces were been broke
My heart doesn’t recognize your presence
‘Cause you changed a lot, not the usual essence
I’m walking alone
But you do not care, you only stare and yawn
What happen? And why you seem so heartless?
I guess I can’t turn back the time and feel rest
Can I see you smile?
Can I hear your voice, saying my name and file?
Maybe in my dreams, my tears fell suddenly
I can’t help myself, it is, naturally
I need apprehend
I should have to held high wholely and to lend
Days have been past, I need to forget you
So, this heartaches gone and could sleep at taboo
like meadow that bloom flower, where the rendezvous of all the flying animal play...each verse you share...lives forever to the readers......a beautiful swing of poetry....God bless a 10 +++
wow! speak of a dream...dreams sometimes do not make sense...when a dream is in pieces it speaks to one all broken up...I feel lost reading your words...but I understand a broken dream...as well as a broken heart...the two match...making feeling hard to bear...I get you Sheldon slow at frist..but I get you, ...
In some way, I can relate to your poem. Seems to me, dreams are disassociated memories and are difficult to sort out or make sense of.Nice write
well expressed. and the words are arranged the way you can make a reader feel what you feel....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write well expressed....