Forgotten

Those words

'I love you'

can be spoken

and can be told.

I remember feeling them,

seeing them

being told by your eyes

as they examined my flaws

and registered them as

perfection.

 

I miss you.

I miss the way you told me

wiping away my tears

with the softness of your

heart.

When you'd put it all aside

for me,

and when I told you I only want

you

and you replied

with burning tears

swelling,

"as if I'd let anyone else have you."

What can I do

to feel that way again?

To make you feel that way again,

will it happen?

Or will it constantly haunt

every night

in those bittersweet dreams?

I miss it.

I wish I cherished every second

while it was still reality;

the warmth of your arms

the tenderness of your smile

that smile,

the one that made my inside

flutter

connecting every vein to my

heart.

 

How I miss the taste

of your kiss.

Have you forgotten

me?

The way it felt

to be in love?

I'm left here to

believe

you still have that connection

with me

for me.

But let me know

please

Before I'm forgotten.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The passage of this is endearing... yet lost... the yearning is felt by the reader... the conclusion is far gone:

But let me know
please
Before I'm forgotten.

[Emrick]

so sad.i relate to this one.

[Babe Roxx]

I had a love like this, and its never appreciated until its gone, life happens, we love, we hurt, we move on...its a human experience, yet you expressed your raw emotions so well. Lovely poem.

[Vedant Goenka]

woooww.. suppeerrbb is an understatement..so raw n unique... makes a reader feel like it should go on n on without and ending..loved the lines :


as they examined my flaws

and registered them as

perfection.