Memories...
gifts, , to the mind, ,
tortured reminders, , to the heart, ,
Her love for him
His love for her
When she closes her eyes
The days play on repeat
eyelids, a screen to the endless reruns
She cries
her heart wants, aches
Everyday the rip, , tears, burns, tortures
A conscious wall to hide behind
she builds
her only defense
from the pain
from the hurt
from the world
And she can only wish...
it would ever be the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........personally touched by every word.......very nice, going on my fav list ;)