Kind of sad poem of a lost but never forgotten love
Do you remember that day when you begged me to stay? not that I was ever going to leave you you were so insecure I never left you.
I remember the very first time I layed eyes on you your hair was long, and you tried to hide behind it but your laugh was sweet your smile lit up the room I never left you.
We talked then talked some more, all through so many nights and our love blossomed rose up higher than Angels I never left you.
I remember when we played the violins together and I was lost in your strings I wonder if you ever were lost in mine? from a B Flat to a C Sharp I was never far from you and I never left you
But now as I drink my coffee stare at these bare walls I wonder where you are tonight in who's embrace and do you perhaps ask him, with those same words
Wow! I'm sitting here and am lost for words. Like what would my family think????
Duh! This was so powerful. You have a different way of writing. One I haven't seen before.. I like it! You write with soul, heart, and my Lord, such beautiful music deep with you... I am in awe..
Isn't it funny that she asked you never to leave and then she is the one who walks out the door. the flow is easy to follow and I can truly feel the pain and questioning in the narrators mind. Love can be oh so sweet and then it can turn out to be lip puckering sour.
LOl readers notes..that happens to me..put it in notes on my phone! This though is great, the idea is so well executed, controlled, you gave enough you build a scene and create the characters..and then a clever twist of an ending...delightful
Oh, how sad and it really touches my heart when I read it! The ending is so good, and the feeling of it seems to rush in my heart when I read or finish this poem! Nice Job!
sometimes the best writes are just a spur of a moments thought and they blossum into what we write down on paper, and they always seem to be the best writes.
Sometimes the best work flashes before us in an instances... you can't deny it, it rolls around inside mouth, slipping off the lips.. this is one of these times.. always a pleasure to read your work my friend.
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..