You may have forgotten the very first time we laid eyes to each other,
But my good old mind remembers every little speck of that moment,
I thought I was trapped inside the vortex of forever.
The bewitching spell you cast on me is still potent,
Rendering me restless, scalding my sleeping desires.
I love to be with you even if you're far,
I love the way you blow the embers of my fires,
The way you heal my wound into a scar.
I have been dreaming of endless possibilities,
Of wishes coming true to life,
Of good endings even at bleak certainties.
But this one-sided love is naught but a strife.
I have written countless of love poems for you,
And all of them are gone to ashes.
I dare not make a move for I fear to paint my heart blue.
I dare not show my feelings for I'm certain they'll be thrown as trashes.
You know I love you, but this heart of mine is simply just a coward.
I would have loved to write songs about the fantasy of our love.
I would have loved to continue on moving forward.
But I guess the tales of the brokenhearted lad need to be freed, freer than a dove.
And I'm adamant that you'll be happier not knowing about my secret,
The secret that shackled me in stillness.
If I have only known from the start that this love is hard to interpret,
Then I should have condemned my feelings in vagueness.
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Songs Of A Brokenhearted Soul
PoetryAmidst the darkness, pain, intense emotions and the stirring feelings of fears, doubts, fervid desires and love. A writer was able to write confessions, tales and stories through songs and with the help of his heartbroken soul. #1stplaceineyecatchin...
