Sep 2018
It's the stillness,
of his chest lifting
musical notes shifting
It's his eyes,
staring into mine
as if we were a harmony,
beautifully intertwined
It's his laugh ,
stroking the chords
of a beloved old guitar,
can't go very far
without it
It's his hands,
in mine
I can only imagine it
It's his heartbeat,
with this heartbreaking rhythm
If only I could be with him
-----but-----
We have this silence
and
It's my prayers
for him to see
This Love
My Love
it's deafening
of his chest lifting
musical notes shifting
It's his eyes,
staring into mine
as if we were a harmony,
beautifully intertwined
It's his laugh ,
stroking the chords
of a beloved old guitar,
can't go very far
without it
It's his hands,
in mine
I can only imagine it
It's his heartbeat,
with this heartbreaking rhythm
If only I could be with him
-----but-----
We have this silence
and
It's my prayers
for him to see
This Love
My Love
it's deafening
Love is painful but magical. to me, love can sometimes be music. That's the way I see it. It has all of this depth and emotion, but can have so much chaos within.Sometimes it is musical, but sometimes it is silent. Silent love-It is never spoken, never said. It's unrequited and unrealized. Someone you love doesn't want to be with you or even truly see you.
Please let me know what you think of this poem. I think we all have had our "silent loves." It hurts, but the music in love is worth it. ;)
Please let me know what you think of this poem. I think we all have had our "silent loves." It hurts, but the music in love is worth it. ;)
