Your lips don’t move
But the tired eyes says it all
Did we wave a white flag of surrender
Was what we had the great pretender
Are we headed towards a wingless flight
Leaving latent prints of fright
My lips don’t move
But the beating heart says it all
Pumping life into a dry thirsty river
Where you were the taker, I the giver
Love cannot flourish that way
No matter how hard we pray
Our lips don’t move
But the tensions says it all
Maybe we didn’t see the signs
Where we crossed forbidden lines
We let the tide wash our sand castle away
Could taste the bitterness in play
Maybe neither one of us was a lover
Misconstrued what occurred undercover
Maybe it was just a fairy tale on display
Left for dreamers to dream away
What we have here is love left for dead
Words stuck in our head we should have said
Our failure to communicate
Is the ruination of our fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is continous and carries on...we can only learn even though it hurts to admit the truth or to start afresh.