What's Left Of Love

Too many nights, too many times

I've woke in sweat and had to find

a way to push you out again,

and pray once more that this will end.

 

That from my heart you'll finally leave

and not come back into my dreams.

 

For I am old enough to know

the years have made our love run cold.

And I am wise enough to see…

I only love your memory.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Writing very much emotionally. Good poem