I can still hear the night
Pounding in my heart out loud
When you first ran the four letter word through my ears
And kissed me spreading goose bumps all over my flushed body.
I failed to reciprocate
Even I felt that my heart might stop due to overwork.
I can still sense the night
Shattering my heart into tiny pieces
When you chose to close all your doors to me
And pushed me in the dark hollow of isolation.
I failed to converse
Even I felt that my heart had collapsed due to overwork.
And kissed me spreading goose bumps all over my flushed body. The Four letter word. very nice my dear. Also in describing the disappointment you are very good. thank you
Intensely melancholic, leaving a sadness upon the mind where isolation has become the norm, heart having collapsed due to overwork. Sincere and enticing poem. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He pushed me in the dark hollow of isolation - No, no! - to the light of Communion with God he pushed you, dear!