Whispers of the PastA Poem by Her Beautiful MelancholyAt first, I thought of writing about the night sky. But then I remembered the heartaches this certain guy gave me. Thus, a poem about losing and longing for love.As clouds surround heaven and the night sky darkened Moonlight's casting shadows of yesterday's evening. While souls are roaming, wondering what's happening, The stars are bright, beaming and blaming.
thinking of the reasons why you left me hanging Reasons buried deep and kept hidden That'll bear a hole in my heart that's merely beating.
I still can't help my feelings from falling. I have become a slave--binded in the past And it hurts like hell when I'm reminiscing.
The cold wind is whistling While I'm here dreaming.
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6 Reviews Added on April 8, 2008 Last Updated on June 3, 2010 AuthorHer Beautiful MelancholyPhilippinesAboutShe is a dreamer, a seeker, an aspiring journalist, a curious cat, a minimalist, a music lover, an art sucker and a hopeless romantic. She sings [in the bathroom], she dances and she swoons, she wr.. more..Writing
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