When you kissed me, you kissed my soul
When you'd say you loved me I felt the pull
The want for existence, the need to feel whole
I was born again like a phoenix from its ashes
I tried to tell you I cant change what my past is
Now without you its a disease, a spreading cancer and its masses
It's leaking to my brain and I just cant think straight
I try so hard but I'm stuck in this numb state
No matter how hard I try my efforts steer one direction, one place
I need to be in your arms or I get sick
In the head, in my body, but mostly in my soul
and the time keeps passing my internal clock louder with each tick
It hurts so badly I know
It's no ones fault but my own
I'm the one that let you slip, let you go
I'll scream your name until I'm blue in the face
I'm screaming to the stars, I've been screaming for days
It's heavens way of giving me the angel, a small taste, only to then take him away
Only to watch me kill him, watch me fail
Like they knew when real became really real, I'd bail
Check the wind and away with my heart I'd sail
My heart is so swollen from the constant creation of my tears
It swells and aches for loosing you was my biggest fear
And futures have become more than unclear
I lost my angel and helped to clip his wings
I have no right to feel what this brings
All I can do is wait until the days he sings
He will sing again, my fallen angel will regain his wings
The only thing I can hope for is that when he does, its with me
When he does so, maybe we can be happy
The pain will subside and the memories will remain
We'll notice it from time to time, we're forever stained
But like the phoenix we can be reborn again
Your poem 'Reborn From Ashes' is quite appealing, inasmuch as it is written from the spurt of feelings in the lonely hours of the early morning. I enjoyed reading it. The title is apt, the text has a universal appeal. We all make mistakes. Our mistakes tell upon our lives and we are remorseful when we understand that. Over all, a nice poem, well written.
Great poem. Sometimes I wake up at 3: 00 with a poem in my head and have to get up and write it down! Well written.
'written on your phone at 3 a.m.' (from your note): you mean you didn't modify it later? if so, it is a great example of creative impetus, a high quality burst of mental energy.. Good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! What an amazing job you did! We all make mistakes throughout our lives that we regret later on. I hope you two reconnect some day. If not, keep using your talent as a writer! You're fabulous!