you say move on
like its easy:
as if
it was your
hands
that were held
so tightly
and yet
gently
to feel so secure
and yet
so free
as if
it was your
ears
that listened
to his voice
that whispered
like breeze
on a summer night,
whose hum
is already
a love song
itself
as if
it was your
heart
that warms
at the sight
or even
the mere thought
of his smile,
as if
they were your
lips
that curled up
smiling,
remembering
that you are
the reason
behind his
as if
they were your
eyes
that never wept
for the memories
you never had,
and your soul
which had never
shattered
in a million pieces
for a man
you didn't love.
If he loved you
the way he loved me
you'll find out
moving on
ain't that easy
YOU ARE READING
How They Loved
PoésieI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
