Treasure Island

Waltz For Zizi

(7 march 1988)

Perhaps You...


You,
spilling your tears on my cheeks...
what if some day
you fall in love with someone else?
What would happen to my heart then,
if I give it all to you?

What if you fall in love with some stranger, while asleep,
waking up, would it make your love for me
go astray?

What if I fall after another one with red lips,
would you still carry my heart
in your gentile palm,
clipping it's wings,
or would you let it fly?

A thunder.
The sky is not blue anymore,
but still beautiful.
It's time,
but the sun is not blushing.
Perhaps rain comes
so that you stay here
with me...
she sais.

Perhaps.

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Perhaps You... by Waltz For Zizi )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Best Is Yet To Come, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  2. Hope, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  3. Let the fire, gajanan mishra
  4. I Hear Her Singing, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  5. New Déjà Vu, Maharishi Deja Vu
  6. The Autumn Divine, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  7. The Binding, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  8. Free From Sin, Juliana Oludeyi
  9. Ancient mythologies and Verses Holy, Md. Asadullah
  10. The Phoenix, Maharishi Deja Vu

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]