If I could write with tears
this page would be full.
A song would be written,
with plans to sing to you.
But the pages are empty
You're not here to read them.
I don't blame you, I blame me.
This pain is unending,
my thoughts relentless
if I could have you, we'd be.
You turned off your phone
I listened to the message,
just to hear your voice
speaking to me.
If I could sing with tears,
what a beautiful ending
to a beautiful song
I could almost write.
If I could let you know,
just how much I loved you,
you'd never have to wonder
and eternity be.
wonderful poem. I have
wonderful poem. I have enjoyed reading your work.
Very well done.
Very well done.
"To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away." - Virginia Woolf