hungry for your touch
thirsty for your lips
it hurts i miss you so much
my pain greater than a thousand whipsmy heart has room for but one
you claimed it long ago
in my sky you are the sun
but now its rays don't showlove is the greatest feeling of all
impossible to rid yourself of its brand
i learned that it hurts not to fall
but to landthe impact was jarring
a cold reality
every dream of mine marring
like a wilted sweet peabroken and shattered i was
trying to recover
just as every human does
when left brokenhearted by a lovercold pouring rain
coming down in sheets
only adding to the disdain
i wonder how my heart still beatswithout you by my side
a smile upon your face
now i've no beacon of light to guide
because you've become a cold casethere's no trace of you now
it's like you were never even here
you took your last bow
i shed my first teareach day your name is a pain
your face an agony
how did you manage to feign
everything like a mysterywe didn't speak with explicit truth
in coming home i wasn't ever constant
but my love was blinded by my youth
and you never dropped a hintthere were times when we were happy
albeit rarely
we were mostly snappy
our kind words were exchanged barelybut my love was still strong
so together we had remained
thinking you returned it was wrong
for it has only left me painedwe were never a perfect couple
my favourite thing about you though
was your fingers so perfectly supple
i had a great view from the front rowbut now my seat is vacant
a desolate wasteland
for you i was just a stint
like playing piano with a bandin my eyes you were
perfection in human form
about this i was sure
how unprepared i was for the stormthe howling gale blew me away
left me floundering
mum with a thousand words to say
on yours seas my ship was founderingspeechless defeat
you had conquered me
not missing a beat
no longer was i ever to be free------------------------------------------
rhyming is always fun.
and madrid has lost two games in a row like what even
(it's a sign that toni is supposed to be 24 forever)
xx alina

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The Pianist
Poesíaa collection of poems about love lost and found between two people. {+} © durmsteiger 2015 (lowercase intended)