Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
marieta-maglasPoems
Your fingers could play these old keyboards Of this tarnished piano, Which is our love. They would crack always the same sound. Your green nailed sight on this whip crack Would be a very sweet music, Strongly keeping Our reality not to disappear. You're still my love Although, sometimes, I may forget the notion. You and your very wished piano Were against my will. You know I will never be there, Although once,long time ago, I swore to be there. The sheer pain may bring, Sometimes, This love again Into my will To strengthen each other in this sorrow. Well, it's a way to keep you safe in my heart. So many years, Your green eyes saw another sky, While you were trying to be Full of adaptability. You quenched your thirst For freedom. It seems that freedom without love Is possible, But love without freedom Is impossible.
0
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
Play Divinely My Tarnished Piano
Your fingers could play these old keyboards Of this tarnished piano, Which is our love. They would crack always the same sound. Your green nailed sight on this whip crack Would be a very sweet music, Strongly keeping Our reality not to disappear. You're still my love Although, sometimes, I may forget the notion. You and your very wished piano Were against my will. You know I will never be there, Although once,long time ago, I swore to be there. The sheer pain may bring, Sometimes, This love again Into my will To strengthen each other in this sorrow. Well, it's a way to keep you safe in my heart. So many years, Your green eyes saw another sky, While you were trying to be Full of adaptability. You quenched your thirst For freedom. It seems that freedom without love Is possible, But love without freedom Is impossible.
marieta-maglas
Written by
marieta-maglas
Romanian
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem