Serenade.

Serenade.

A Poem by funeralmoon

violins start to play
and to the music I sway
soon my heart will decay
until all of me fades away

listen to Vivaldi's hurt
on a cold hearted winters night
not even a thousand apologies
could make this right

what the hell..
where did we go?
how did we find ourselves here?
the silence hurts my head
it feels like we were dead
now the pictures lay broken
like my heart on the floor
I just wanted to love you
and nothing more

I play the silent seasons
as tears fall from my eyes
I never wanted to let you go
I promise I had tried. 

I pray to the god I dont believe in
To heal my winters pain
to stop my heart from feeling this
and how to forget would be my wish

I lay here caught
in this mess, completely distraught
I gave everything to have it die
and now all is left to scream and cry

what the hell
happened to our love
what happened to forever and always
where did it go
when you were screaming
and I was crying, dreaming
of the happy times
just you and me

in the winters cold
the snow covers my heart of hurt
as you walk away one last time
this heartbreak isn't the first
but I trusted you more
and the scattered pieces of my heart
now decorate your floor
couldn't you just stop screaming at me
I loved you like the earth loved the sun
even when it burns it
I still turn towards you
Still I turn
Still I burn
Still I cry
Till I die
this will hurt
just remember I really did love you more than I loved myself.

© 2010 funeralmoon


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I really like this it shows another side of you . I haven't reviewed your work in awhile but I can see as a writer that you have really grown. Your pieces always provoke emotion and that's what I like about this write. It's relatable and you don't hold back. Great style. BC

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Added on October 18, 2010
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funeralmoon
funeralmoon

Wonderland



About
We can only erase words, but not our past. I am a minimalist, who loves writing, painting, and nature. I write what I feel because it is a good outlet to channel my emotions through. I feel like.. more..

Writing
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A Poem by funeralmoon