She's April,
Wrapped in the frame of winter,
A lie to be told,
A truth I'll always remember,
The music sheets all over the floor,
Just like our memories that are scattered all over,
The sweet and sore ones,
The ones in which we weren't,
Hey look it's snowing,
Just like our unforgettable memories,
Melting when spring comes,
Just to relive once more,
When we jumped off the bridge,
I took a leap of faith,
Thought what could go wrong,
When she's with me,
She wasn't though,
She was always five steps ahead of me,
Always looking back,
Dragging me,
In that room of moonlight,
she faintly cried,
A soothing melody,
A lie of her kind,
She's inevitable,
With her violin she's unstoppable,
She plays the rhymes,
And owns it,
Feels like its hers to begin with,
A shooting star in bright daylight,
A girl who lied,
She's everywhere I look,
In every feeling that I feel,
She wasn't passing by,
She was my destination that never happened,
She was a color to be felt,
I noticed it later but,
She was fragile,
Felt like she will crumble into dust with a single touch,
With our moments of joy,
To our moments of sorrow,
I'll never forget anything,
That belongs to us,
She was a mirage of my reality,
She lives inside of me,
With Evey stroke of piano,
I get I little more closer,
can sense her a little more clearer,
She dragged me from the bottom of the ocean,
To the heights unknown by heaven,
She gave me a part of her,
A part that I will carry on forever,
Her voice is echoing in my bones still,
Telling me to go on with a happy will,
She thought me love,
Thought me who I am,
She told a million lies,
Only her heart knew what's inside,
That everything she does,
Everything she believed,
Everytime she dreamed,
Every hope she had,
Her life itself,
Was all about me,
Leaving a single note after she joined the constellations,
She told me she loved me for real.
Spring is coming,
The same breeze,
The same symphony,
I'll again meet her there,
When I drift off to another world,
With my piano,
When no boundaries can separate us,
When no force of nature can hold us,
In a place where our hearts beat as one,
Between those cherry blossoms,
Where her lie began,
A thread of love shall commence.
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Mystical words
PuisiNot the usual love or heartbreak poems, Some really deep and sensitive wounds that are unheard and unseen. Of course there are some love poems but they are on different level.
