I like the way you walked away
Another day slips out of view
Another way for me to say
The proof lies inside you
A fading memory kissed away
The lips of truth unconveyed
We watched the cycles remain the same
A rose garden, the ruse burdens
I woke today closed my eyes
And held you tight
While your memory moved out of view
Passionately forgetting me
Painfully forgetting you
Forgetting almost everything that we ever knew
I held a dream and craddled a baby
The tearing seams echoed a maybe
But maybe not, we're all alone
Unguided notes wandering in a symphony
Where I'd say I love you but we both know
That Isn't true, so lets be true
My mind understands what love is
But my heart just can't fake it
You've tried to show me what love is
And though I get it, I just can't take it
Reciprocated way too late
Watched your eyes fade into the grave
But now I know because in your loss
I found what you tried to teach me
The ways you tried to reach me
So close yet so far gone
You're more apart of my life now
That I can't touch it, that I can't touch you.
The speaker uses a vivid metaphor linking characters - UNGUIDED NOTES WANDERING IN A SYMPHONY. Imagine how those alien notes would disrupt the harmony and rhythm of a fabric as detailed as a symphony.They wouldn't last long - they couldn't hide. But if the context is not a finished work, but an orchestra tuning up, those alien sounds could insinuate themselves and be virtually untraceable. Thus, the context will always be occupied by witnesses. This is a formula I draw from the situation: The place where dreams die is a place where dreamers live on, even if it is a hidden life most of the time. And the presence of dreamers means the dreams WILL BE again, reborn from their ashes like the phoenix.
touching and emotional....looks like a common problem in todays human existence.....love and the dilema...uncertainities....by the time u decide it croses over to anothr field..
A poem like this is something I've tried to write multiple times in last two years. Flower Shop Story was the closest I've ever gotton. I'm glad at least someone-even if it wasn't me-was able to write down an emotion I really wanted to recreate. Even though I was pained by it. You've done a miraculous job.
Reciprocated way too late Watched your eyes fade into the grave But now I know because in your loss I found what you tried to teach me Pain of a late understanding of love has been nicely painted, a touching poem..............10
This is a beautiful poem Sad and regretful but so lovely to enjoy reading. Beautifully written and a joy to read
my mind understands what love is a beautiful touching poem full of emotion
I love the deep intense emotion within. The lack of ability to truly let the feeling of love in while there and when it ends you realize what you had and have lost in the worst of ways. Great piece.
A very poignant write where the love was felt and reciprocated but alas, that was too late. The regret was expressed even but none is to know and respond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem about love and its complexities. If not given totally, cannot be felt totally. I especially enjoyed these lines: My mind understands what love is But my heart just can't fake it. A touchy write, full of emotional intensity.