If you could see through my eyes
You would not recognize the woman in my mirror,
Watching the happy façade that greets you
Crumble in the privacy of my room.
You would see my path is not of my choosing,
Crippled by an emotion too strong to forget.
You would see a world of tender fantasies
Dying of neglect.
If you could listen with my ears
You would hear the echoes of love,
All that a shattered heart will hold.
With my ears you would hear the yearning wind
Blowing your name through the willows each night,
A constant reminder of my pain.
If you could stand in my place,
You would walk my lonely streets
And understand the tears I never reveal,
The life I can’t piece together.
You would battle for my sanity,
A victory slipping out of reach
With each breath I take.
If you could dream with my heart
You would remember the prince
Who rescued and condemned me with one smile.
You would find I’m losing my faith,
Releasing the hope I embraced for too long.
If you could see through my eyes,
You would know why I love you,
And why life without you will kill me.
13 comments:
A poem conveying intense emotions. "You would see a world of tender fantasies
Dying of neglect." - My favourite lines. :)
aw.
A victory slipping out of reach
With each breath I take.
Guess I can identify with that...
I read, and thought, "This was me." and I read some more and thought, "This is me." and I kept reading and fell in love...you know the scarred soul well!
Wow.... I loved the line "...you would see a world of tender fantasies dying of neglect" as well, but that last stanza ... the last line!
"If you could see through my eyes,
You would know why I love you,
And why life without you will kill me."
Daaaaamn.....
The contrast of the outter and inner gravely painted and pasted on a banner for all to see. Brave writing....loved this.
There are probably many who could recognize themselves in this poem, but not everyone would be open enough to write it.
So beautifully written, and so easily understood. Very good work!
K
Beautiful reflections...Indeed, I can see myself here ~
Wise reflection and bravely written. It is a hard place to be. I suspect the heroine is stronger than she knows and will find joy again.
So beautiful! So very, very beautiful!
A hard place to be in. So beautifully expressed - strikingly worded.
Inner torment so silently, secretly portrayed..
Watching the happy façade that greets you
Crumble in the privacy of my room.
Very emotional.
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