missing her

Her picture blows out of my hand
At the same time the wind blows her out of my mind
There she blows , there she floats
like a leaf in the wind or a wave in the sea
simply too far away from me

The fragrance of her perfume lingers
Upon my clothes unlocking memories forbidden
emotions that can never be transcribed to words
feelings that can never be transposed to music
sometimes i feel i'm going to lose it,

Sometimes i see her in the sky
sometimes i had more of a reason why
I should navigate this darkness
and awake on the bright side
is there still a good or bad?
light or dark or just the the apathetically unfair
inescapable fact that you are no longer here

Should I simply stay silent
allow the scarlet drops of my blood
fall from the heart of love
forever to bleed ,forever to drown in this flood
and watch as your picture floats away above me
as i drown here underneath?

I think I will....

Author's Note

just be honest with ur reviews:)

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

The fragrance of her perfume lingers
Upon my clothes unlocking memories forbidden
emotions that can never be transcribed to words
feelings that can never be transposed to music
sometimes i feel i'm going to lose it,

I love the beautiful way you express her lingering within your mind all day as scent and the way you realise love is such an emotion that words and even music fail to capture it. As Michael Bolton said ~ I said I loved you, but I lied ~ because love is a word and not the fullness of the emotion too powerful for mortal tongue to vocalise. Keep em' coming

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and powerful words allow the reader to feel the sadness in your poem. When we separate from a real love. Leave us weak and sad. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote