Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
I'm trying to figure, when did the first smile die on you face and
I'm sorry that I missed it.

I wonder when does the last do the same or did it already go; how long from that till your heart grows cold and we are both alone.

Even then I hope that under the cold ash does something still ember and we can blow them to a new fire.

Should that fire start it would brighten the days in front and keep us warm in the days of dark.
Really personal that tells a tale of a love slipping.
Written by
Tommi Petteri Yli-Ollila  Helsinki
(Helsinki)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems