Your laughter dwells within my home
and filled with memories of you,
you said you loved me
what have I done? Our love is over due.
The fragrance on your clothing
circles the empty room
lying on bed between silk sheets, capturing a moment
remembering my defeat.
I miss your caressing touch
your bright alluring eyes
your warm embrace
and you lying between my thighs.
We shared a happy home
well at least that's what I thought,
not once have I expected
for our bridges to be neglected and burnt
all this while I suspected Marcy
Phillip wasn't my concern.
Drowning into a sea of depression
riding the staircase to heaven
slowly my hand reaches out
grasping for words without a doubt
what is this all about?
Having to save myself
a bumppy road through I race
and like a puzzle,
everything fell into place.
The blues then - became my best friend,
but reality of life, I must comprehend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So good Well written poetically 10s