(tag poem, edited)
The showers capture everything they touch
drop by drop they wash away the traces
of tears wept in memory of embraces,
aching, lingering long, erasing trusts...
The lyrics are dismembered from their song.
The scents of roses missing from their blooms.
The echo of your name pervades the room..
The heartcan only bear it ,for so long...
Winds wait outside the window wooing words
once trusted to your lips, conveying love
words preying on what I was dreaming of..
the sweetest poem, my heart had never heard...
This disenchanted heart now hears no sound
except these raindrops...falling, on the ground.
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