The Void Of The PastA Poem by BerangerMy Love, my Dear, Once again you make me take my pen, Translate my tears And tell you my unbearable pain
But you, my Dear, Once again you will remain silent And I’ll wait here Desperately wishing for that moment
That moment, my Love, When you open yourself to me, Shall get me rid of All this endless insanity
At last I’d be free Of this eternal questioning What would my life be If I had given you a ring?
You think you do me good By denying me our past You think that way I could Forget this love so nefast
Alas I’ll never know This first love that lit my heart Did you feel it also? Or was it just on my part?
You pretend you don’t know, Keep hiding your hatred Behind your beloved Yet take everything slow
But my Love, b’yond your eyes Lies that same tragedy Death of love so happy Yet you don’t realise
If history makes us Then I am empty For mine’s oblivious Of a’real memory
You know all that is, And was, my Lovely So you obviously Don’t bear such a tease
All is answered For you my Lady What about me? Now that I’ve served
When I told you I set you free And now you see, You see me through
So my Dear When ready Just tell me I’ll be here
Was your heart Towards me So empty My Sweetheart?
I’ll wait And see For thee To state
A void A love A crush A thirst
Us Then Now When? © 2011 BerangerAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on December 8, 2011 Last Updated on December 8, 2011 AuthorBerangerNorwich, East Anglia, United KingdomAboutStudying English has given me a great taste for writing. So far I only have three poems and the beginning of a novel. I hope to write more than this, but my inspiration, my only muse, makes me too mis.. more..Writing
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