I used to hear your voice,
Clearly in my mind,
Now I hear my own,
Tricking me, it’s mine.
I used to hear your song,
Sing inside my heart,
Love songs and ballads,
But now that we’re apart.
I can’t hear a thing,
Just my loneliness,
A silent cold darkness,
Taunting me, oh yes.
Telling me I’m crazy,
To have loved so much,
Given myself completely,
Given in to your touch.
There is no bitterness,
My own voice now tricks me,
Just emptiness remains,
Where your voice used to be.
Aisha, the perfect ending to a melancholic write. Very well done! ! Brian
Sad and nostalgic... hurtfull yet so amazing! I am glad you've let all those feelings out in a great poem, other than keeping them locked inside... ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a terrific poem! Trisha :)