Faded

Your first day of loosing your love, the day when suddenly your routine changes, what would you think about?

How would I describe now?
Of all those feelings, how I feel to hold.

How would I tell my fingers?
To not text you tonight.

How will I tell the morning?
Not to text you at the dusk.

How will I tell the day?
I won't text about what happened today.

How will I tell the rain?
All the music that made me miss her today.

How will I tell the night?
The happiness of being called yours.

How will I tell the spring?
Even the flowers felt faded Infront of her.

How will I tell the rivers?
I fell in the depths of her eyes.

How will I tell the mountains?
We together will meet you someday.

How will I tell the birds?
I want to fly high with her.

But most importantly,
How will I tell myself?
I lost the love, I won't be texting tonight.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is so good my friend.
"How will I tell the rivers?
I fell in the depths of her eyes."
To fall into a woman's eyes. A miracle, we must know. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote