Unlocked yet torn,
It was a tainted love,
Leaving me forlorn,
Picking up the pieces of what was now corrupt.
Feeling foolish,
Undesirable beyond belief,
Though I seemed childish,
Unwrapped by my own grief.
Now I have set the stage,
As I always do,
Studying it beyond its rage,
Feeling uninspired by you,
As I turn the page.
It is a bitter sweet melody,
A haunted web together we weave,
Through its unchained but enchanted symphony,
All that is left is remembering how to live again and breathe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though its unchained but enchanted symphony.Nice line.I loved the poem.Thanks for sharing.