We spoke in whispers of poetry
Stolen lines of script
Glimpses of melody
Traces of memories.
Notes from the past are now buried
Between old pages
Lost like old friends
Pulled out for a sweet smile
Happiness forgotten in the shadows
Of a bitter voice
Once there was joy and hope, but
You gave up and I moved on.
These are the keys to doors that no longer open
Drafts of feelings no longer felt
Hope for lives no longer joined
Poems of moments since forgotten
Once we spoke in poetry
But I’ve stopped believing in it
Stuck to writing the stories of my life
And I’m coming up for Air.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Why are you all the way down here? All the interesting stuff is up there!
3 comments:
Beautiful. Heartbreaking; and beautiful.
Oh, FP. Well done! I'm not a poetry girl by any stretch, and that was wonderful. I love it.
I really like this one. The first two stanzas are especially good and I love how you return to the line about speaking in poetry at the end.
Post a Comment