Our hearts are just the same puzzles.
That's why we don't match each other.
And you will go away mumbling
Something that could be so humbling.But you made sure I didn't hear a thing.
So I just let you go, my dear.
I'm unable to tell you a word
Without a tremor in my voice.You're quietly blaming me, moving away
Further and further with every step.
I'll remain silent until you ask me why
I am so arrogant to apologize.And I'll give you a look full of regrets.
But you'll immediately want to forget
My eyes and turn away again.
I'm sorry, but I won't soothe your pain.All I want is you to comprehend
That not all puzzles are the same.
There are different pictures.
And we have a picture of a shipwreck.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov