If the waters washed over
All the chalk I scratched into the black board
If the mountains fell over
The footsteps that we printed along the way
If the birds forgot to flap their wings
And know how to fly
If nothing makes sense anymore but only a lie
Will you still be the only thing I know?
That hasn't made any sense at all
Yet couldn't feel as right as it always has
When you grab hold of the last word before I say goodbye again
And that last word never fails to make me shiver and shake
Make me realise I'm awake
Sleeping use to be my escape
But either way there is no pearly gate
Unless there's you waiting there
For now just hesitate
An outstanding poem! Marvelous well done! A fabulous and fantastic read.I believe you're the one to watch.The universe of poetry belongs to you!
Very nice poem. Good wording. Could you read my poems please?
A very beautiful poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my poem called, An Angel Cries.
If nothing makes sense anymore but only a lie Will you still be the only thing I know? ....Sleeping use to be my escape beautiful lines....very very nice :) -b hpy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem Sara, I love the sense of confusion and longing that permeates this poem. Its often the way we feel about the people or things we care about. Also thanks for your comments on one of my more cheeky poems, diamonds..