I look right through him
He doesn't notice
Like all that remains is a shell
Where is the man I fell in love with?
He listened to me singing
He had to hear the tears
He went off to bed
Discrediting all those (wasted) years
I begged him
Pleaded
Just to give me a sign
Of what he needed
It's really over
it is over
over
listening to me singing, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
listening to me singing, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The voice of resilience, he will surely listen.... for the colour of truth never fades....great write... quite in parlance with emotion....