List after list after list I have played until I couldn't hear them anymore
Song after song after song have I sung until my voice gave out
Lyric after lyric after lyric have I heard, understood and felt
Until you
All the stories told by young and old, shining with the brightest light
Telling the world how much love their hearts have felt
Showing everyone the beauty their eyes behold
They don't come from you
All the songs I play on repeat, all the soft whispers I sing along
All the sweet promises in the melodies, are what I want from you
Those songs do not play in your head, those whispers not heard by your heart
Those promises not made by you, you know no love song
Hour after hour after hour do I spend listening to other's romances
Day after day after day do I yearn for what they all know
Year after year after year do I scream those words at you
But you don't listen
All those long, happy nights spent by stars and candlelights
Enjoyed in eachothers arms, waiting for the morning sun
Watching the dawn of a new day, guided with love and happiness
Are not ours
I kreep trying to tell you, always try to show you
Just what those songs mean
But you never hear me, never let me show you
What you mean to me
YOU ARE READING
Between summer days and thunderstorms
PoetryThese are poems, it's not a book! These short ones come from the dephts of my heart, and reflect what I go through. Some days are harder than others, as they are for any of us. I use my fantasy to write about it, and numb the pain a bit. I hope you...
