Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Drifting apart
The words have run cold Like the hearts. Such distance That can’t be measured just in miles.
The hearts shrank as well Squeezed out all the past they contained, All the warmth, Till they got minuscule.
It’s so easy To not see each-other Anymore.
3 comments:
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said...
is it so easy? then why do I see sadness in your poem...?
3 comments:
is it so easy? then why do I see sadness in your poem...?
coz i'm in the process of letting go of the vision.
i know how hard it is...me going thru the same feelings
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