Silent stares

 

I can see the amber of my cigarette

Reflecting on my window

And hard I find it to forget

Harder it is to know

 

If only there was a sign

If only I can tell if she can be mine

But she stares in silence , echoes in vain

And it’s hard to read between the lines hiding under pain

 

Would it be just a mistake

I fear it’s true I fear heartbreak

Alone again I stand still

And it burns to linger it burns like hell

 

And I curse my mind for what I thought

Was it the wrong war that I fought

Just another forbidden love

Not more than a good friend

 

How dare I regret a choice I made

I thought emotions one day will fade

And for my choice now I burn

I grew void and void I gain

 

But I don’t want her to know

And I can’t even show

Show what I feel

Believe that this is real

 

How dare I now regret

And how can I ever forget

Each silent stare, each innocence touch

Pure is my will, I ask not much

 

And for that I curse myself , again I curse the I

For making lines so clear , for not telling a lie

And for I’ve foreseen I curse my eyes

For I can hear her hidden cries

 

But it’s late now , as my story I told

I leave it to time and growing old

For I never knew what’s love

For I never seen earth from above

 

As it has started so shall it end

Not more than a fellow , not more than a friend

And I know that I’ll be always there

Burning more with each silent stare

Reviews

[Dark Angel]

The pain of love and the unknown. This is strong and I love it. I can relate a little too closely. Wonderful.

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

a long but meaningful and good poem...:) nice work!

[Moonflower]

Sometimes we break our own hearts, in fear of what we might lose, and find ourselves living with a silent regret. Beautiful piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Regret can be hell. The missed chances burn the heart more then the one's that broke our heart. A very powerful poem. To be at a distance allow the pain to increase. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[A.r. Bazian]

comments:
1- vain is an adjective, so you can not use it as a noun, use vanity, or change "of" to "in".
2- between suggests two things on opposite sides of the subject, so i'd say add an "s" to "line"... between the lines
3- add an "," after "lines", to emphasize on the "hiding..."
4- either add an "," after "true", or add, "...true that i fear..."
5- "... leave it FOR time"
6- "... what is love" to maintain timing an flow
7- "... i've never SEEN earth..." for grammatical necessity
8- "... i know that I, will always..." to emphasize on the Will

lovely!

favorite parts:
"How dare I regret a choice I made
I thought emotions one day will fade
And for my choice now I burn
I grew void and void I gain

But I don’t want her to know
And I can’t even show
Show what I feel
Believe that this is real

How dare I now regret
And how can I ever forget
Each silent stare, each innocence touch
Pure is my will, I ask not much"

and

"As it has started so shall it end
Not more than a fellow , not more than a friend
And I know that I’ll be always there
Burning more with each silent stare "

hope this was helpful!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh...beautiful...this is beautiful..moving...touching..burning..how this brings to mind certain memories...it makes the wounds burn again....You've quite outdone Yourself

[Emotionally Blank yet F..]

Sweet baby Jesus and his pet beaver! I love this... It really hit home... I seriously just finished going through a situation like this where we both eventually felt this way... It was pretty complicated. But I love the wording in it. I personally think the wording gives it an old feel kinda.

[Nimbus Thread]

"Just another forbidden love."

Love here is not forbidden its recapture into friendship and turned into a silent stare. A very brave attempt to define what was lost and never found--a haunting of affection. Well written. And friendships always last longer. :)

[nono]

Silent stares nice job! I like the idea, because stares don't talk that's wonderful!! Interesting and it drew me in!

[Aline S. Iniestra]

Why do I feel your poems like songs? This poem has so much pain and nostalgia, and it is beautiful for that; coming from the heart and accepting what things are.