I walk a steady path
One without numbers or time
Yet I face the wrath
Of the wind blowing on my face
With scorpian stings and dusty wind
I walk a path where I never win
Maybe it's because I already have everything I've wanted
I've torn off my sleeves
A sign of my regret
I face this sunburnt winter
With the cold in my chest
I've reached the top and despite my eyes
I know in my heart I've never been better than this
Yet my mind runs dry and I have no idea why
but it's so hard for me to write this down
Inspiration seems like a thing of the past
Fading, but I know it will forever last
Love cannot be torn from a heart like mine
but it's my inspiration that I must find
I guess it all started when I wanted to write the perfect words for you
but the sad thing is all the best words have been taken
I wanted to write something new, something just for you
but I couldn't wait for my inspiration to awaken
I love you more with each beat of my bleeding heart
The thing is, this is only the start and you feel like home
Which is something I've never known but it feels so right
at night when I lay in my bed, only dreaming of you.
So while the words may not ignite your love
This is just a part of what I'm trying to say
The words couldn't fit but it goes somthing like this
I'll love you for as long as I exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant and sad. Beautiful poems evolve from the saddest losses. Also my reason for writing....