I am left speechless by her beauty Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

I am left speechless by her beauty.

My heart is in two pieces, torn apart by love.

Art leaves me sleepless; where is my good?

An empty orchestra plays only violins.

I need her love, to silence my own screams

And bring an end to all my tears.

I can no longer, wish upon a,

Star that has never even shone for me.

I am no stronger, with or without her.

I am weakness, down on my knees.

All my words are only empty speech bubbles,

None of my dreams ever reach for the sky.

She has no double…I have no lies.

I must be true if I remain mute,

Because if I have never spoken,

Then how could I ever have deceived the truth?

All I am is another man.

I have fallen,

I have stopped.

I have no plans to ever give any thanx,

For all the hope that I have lost.

All the love that could have been,

All the dreams…

They don’t mean a thing.

All these butterflies flying inside of me,

Only leave my feelings in knots, I need to breathe.

Hand on my heart,

It feels as if there is a hand around my heart

And I am tight in its grip.

I am forever stopping me…from breathing.

I cannot even help myself,

So I will never be able to show her my true self.

She will never hear about my inner demons screams.

I beg to just be loved by her; she will not see my own agony.

She will not know about the pain I constantly feel,

Because she will never know my feelings for her are real.

I am a broken, broken being.

I have not spoken, spoken of my needs.

She does not know she is what I desire,

Because I am trapped inside this scared of love liar.

All these feelings that I have to keep;

I hold inside my ruined soul.

All these things I wish I could be,

Are only ever love stories that are never actually told.

I remain in silence, my own choice for her freedom.

She is now free because I never mentioned,

The love that exists inside the heart of this man.

She is now gone and I am alone once more;

A stone, so stuck, in quick sand.

I am dressed in black, because of my life as a stage hand.

Last chance to give it a shot and win her love…

Going…

Gone.

Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
Published: July 29th, 2017 02:05
Category: Love
Views: 24

Comments2

Fay Slimm. July 29th, 2017 05:19
A read of true woe but so beautifully imaged with poetic metaphor - - such an excellent end too leaving only that whisper of hope.
- Aa HarveyJuly 29th, 2017 07:19
  Thank you.
  
  "Told myself that you were right for me,
  But felt so lonely in your company,
  But that was love and it's an ache I still remember..."
Accidental Poet July 29th, 2017 05:55
But, you have love for this woman. And THAT (believe it or not, is a gift to always treasure.
- Aa HarveyJuly 29th, 2017 06:59
  Thank you.
  Unfortunately, I may have love for this woman, but I am not with this woman...
  
  "The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
  It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
  I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
  And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
  
  No I, don't wanna fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
  No I, don't wanna fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
  With you..."
- Accidental PoetJuly 29th, 2017 08:11
  I too fell hopelessly in love with a girl only to have her move away after 4 years. And this was from the age of 10 to 14. But before she left I knew I had to tell her how I felt, or I'd always regret not telling her. Come this September 6, 2017 it will be 50 years I've loved her. And I thank God for every minute of those 50 years. I've not once ever regretted falling in love with her. I've no idea where she is now, but I'm content in that she has been in my life for those 50 years. I wish this also for you.

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