As an artist, it's natural to have to deliver emotions you never felt.
I did great, and they all praised me.
They could understand it well, they eulogized.
But when I wrote of love after you kissed me under the stars,
My readers said their hearts raced along with the characters.
But when I sang of love's serenity after you whispered our first 'I love you',
I saw peace bloom on each listener's face.
But the night I performed after picking up every shard of my broken heart you walked out on,
Tears rolled down on even the coldest faces.
You showed me what a true artist did.
Make them experience it.
Feel it.
And it makes me wonder,
Must you let your heart be crushed to be a true artist?
If, unwillingly so, you will live on forever through my art?
Even if your muse is no longer yours,
Even if your heart is no longer warm.
And if to forget, must I give another love up?
YOU ARE READING
not a poetess, just heartbroken
PoesíaIt is a collection of poems by a writer, not a poetess. Sometimes, tears and pain make you do things you wouldn't usually do. For me, it was writing poems in the form of questions I wish I could ask them. But I can't, so I hope, dear reader, you fin...
