Words you used
replaced dead dreams,
those little make believes
could turn impossibility
into all what was possible,
if not both our doubts
had led our love astray,
now my path is lost,
my soul hides in veils
of immense sadness,
only pressed to undress
when others warm my bed,
to escape this loneliness
with its utter silence,
and to forget, without regret.
lostupabove said:
“my soul hides in veils
of immense sadness,
only pressed to undress
when others warm my bed,
to escape this loneliness”
How lonely can one be? Do they listen?
I love the desolate sadness in this poem.
Steph xxx
Francina said:
Thanks, Steph. Thank you for liking this poem. Your comment is much appreciated!
I think like with all, loneliness has its moments.
liefs en groetjes,
Francina