Don't play that song for me

Don't play that song for me

A Poem by Magdelena

Keys gathering dust
Piano once shiny
Music playing softly
Lovers dancing.
 
Once upon a time...
 
Well don't play that song for me
All it brings forth is misery
Memories from days gone by
Then all I do is sit and cry.
 
Oh babe, how you used to sing
Songs of such love and dreams
Your eyes holding mine so sweet
As you sang to the music's beat.
 
So tell me true, I ask of you
Where did our love go wrong?
What made you stop playing,
That old love song?
 
The one you used to sing for me
Your words of love softly sung
 Making me feel I was the only one
With desire they came forth.
 
Love in every word
Oh God I felt so needed
Desired and carefree
So tell me dear.
 
Where have they gone;
What once we shared? 
 
Now I just sit and stare
The piano silent, empty and bare
No sound comes forth of love or dreams
Gone they are, ended that day.
 
When you left me behind
With only the tune in my thoughts
The song in my memory
Oh love can be so unkind..
 
 
And all I have to say is this...
 
 
Don't play that song for me
All it brings forth is misery
 
 
For without your love...
 
There is no more we....

 

 

 

 

Photo Courtesy (c) of Tinypic

© 2009 Magdelena


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A line simiar in one of my poem "then there would be be no more you" but where is is the end of an affair, or marrage, mine is darker the end of a life! This is sad but at least these people are still alive as is my persona in my poem but through no fault of his own!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Just amazing ...........I am speechless!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 5, 2009

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Magdelena
Magdelena

Charlotte, NC



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Hello to all; Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..

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