Empty space in Hearts Play Sad Songs Of Goodbye

A wife and husband try to hang on to a love that has died.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When did our love grow cold?

Ours lips used to tell such a profound love story,

but now words cannot express us any longer.

At night when the world fell asleep we used  to come

to life, but now we lay beside each other hoping against odds we'll find our way back to each other.

 

Denial keeps us hanging on to what we both know

has faded into a memory.

Bodies that once was passionate with burning embers is now ashes of pain.

Wedding rings that was suppose to bind us forever

lost there connection.

Now eternity means nothing.

 

On the outside we play house, make-believe we're

still in love, but on the inside we  bleed the end.

Our paths with footprints of romance and love vaished.

Love songs cause heart-ache of no return.

Sad songs reminds us of what we've become.

In the empty spaces of our hearts where love once

resided sad songs play a tune of goodbye.

 

 

Reviews

[Crimson Wolf]

I often wonder why this situation happens so often. Perhaps true love isn't true at all. Perhaps that's why so few people stay married anymore. Perhaps there is true love that is rare, it only exists when two people are willing to work at making love last, because it is work, and well worth doing. No one can make you happy but yourself but you can be happy with someone just the way they are.

[Loner]

This poem is so true to life ...... indeed an
awesome write ....... loved it and enjoyed
it even more.........

[Gago]

Painful..

[Alicia Schroeder]

This was beautiful.. and a great way of discribing a love that has faded.. :)

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Heartfelt emotional write. I often wonder why such a thing happens when wedding vows ending is "til death do we part" - even with children involved at such a time. Nicely done.

[Mauricio Montoya]

this one I can relate to like how it comes together.

[hmm]

WOW so emotional and tugging. I enjoyed this write alot.
You are a profound writer.

[Neva Flores - Changeful..]

on the inside we bleed the end........love this line. Brilliant emotive piece.

[Trish D.]

It does all seem an illusion doesnt it? I see so many who manage to stay romantic and connected, but personally my own experiences have been settling into ...taking each other for granted, not seeing each other anymore etc. I liked this poem, and the line On the outside we play house ...was my favourite. Thankyou.

[Craig Froman]

Words filled with such sorrow... and yes, too many that walk these paths of despair over lost passion... We go from being blinded by love to being blinded by the painful tears of remorse.

[Berkeley Street Writer]

It its worth having its worth fighting for.
A very tragic and compelling story.