You used to fill the void in my heart
Left you more spoken than not
Like a beer bottle that is rattled
I knew the tip off would leave them startled
What happened to you, what changed?
Wish I could tell you the facade left me maimed
Lying under the pile unexpressed
Like a bullet to the arm that hurts to death
This twisted tongue has some tied stories
The ones that fill you up till your throat
But those words rolled down the cheek instead
The ones that left you so overwhelmed
But a touch of love had you leave it instead
In the sleepless night when she asked you to tell about your despair
But you nudged the thought of dumping your emotional burden cause it’s just not fair
Like an unfinished story that deserved an end
Like a letter written, hiding in the books waiting to be sent
Like some old tattered ties waiting to mend
I wish some day you have the courage to speak those words
I hope you find somebody you can tell more than ‘Nothing much’
Till then it’s just the hope as such
Some words would have been better if said!
The metaphors are used so wisely. A good job!
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Loved this piece…β
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This poem made me feel lonely, but it’s lovely. I have nominated you for The Real Neat Blog Award. You’ll get all the details on my recent post. All the best.
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Beautiful poem.
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Such a nice post π βΊπ
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Donβt know what I believe and/or think until I write and/or speak!?
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Amazing post! Where are you from?
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