No words to articulate as I sit and think, the sky is overcast with a cool appearance, as the heat misrepresents its true nature.
No stories to tell of an unanswered love, a lost beginning when I lost my true love. Words can apply my lovingly touch to my lover's heart.
The dreams I affirm they'd live, but alone within the poet heart, No articulated words none left to give my precious little one. Silence surrounds my heart, a dark and cold organ the size of my fist. The poets heart rhythm, lacks the harmony it once praise for the woman of his.
Engulfed in social isolation, my world slowly collapse, as the poet anticipated. Stress and mental exhaustion, it fatigues the poet mind wondering when my love will depart.
A sound of the poets favorite music that once enticed my lover as swell within my soul. Losing the beauty and glory I once saw each day.
An inquisitive thought, can this be the poets pens my last goodwill, can there be a amber left in her heart that I may convey this love on paper?
What's this poet to do? Not able to express myself, I feel for my true love, My passion to write would surely die, lacking the emotion while concealing and protecting her once love, deep in my heart.
Does this poet conceal the pain and heart ache, while smiling at friends, saying I'm fine, does it even matters, barricading my pain, hiding my shattered spirit, from friends due to the love I couldn't attain.
A choice in life in the heart of a poet, excusing the bitter advices from friend who want to see the end. My love for her is stronger than ever, but her decision outwit the strength of the writer, therefore it is left with the Creator of this poet.