I read somewhere that poetry can be found in any form, even in photographs.
Silly me, because the concept of this is unknown to me honestly.
In between contemplation, I realized that you were once my translator,
the pictures taken by you were a story once told.
"Once upon a time, we loved each other"
that's how your photos are to be remembered.
The poet in you captured the moments vividly,
as if two unmatched rhythms once danced perfectly.
This is what I wanted to tell you on your birthday,
but I have no courage to face you anyway.
Although it is not for me to say, but understand that maybe it was not meant to be,
that we were nothing but a lost nostalgia in someone else's story.
- Author: smitten (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 11th, 2024 08:16
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem sat long enough in my notes, so I decided to finally publish it. The original title of this poem is "Love but Do It in Silence" but the main idea here is I composed this poem as a birthday gift supposedly to someone so dear to me. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to send this poem, so I thought I'd just write and post it here for people to see.
- Category: Sad
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