Love

I hear the sound in this eternal night
It took my breath, my empty life
Forever I knew it’d never be a fairytale
But another dead page on someone’s dusty bookshelf

Frozen petal of forsaken windowsill
A child telling the story to the people who never care
Dreamer who lost every single dream
This is who I am

I never hoped to be the one
Being loved for the deepest heart
For every moment of night
Never believed to face another dawn with a smile
But the one who let me feel this all
That was you, a man of a kindest heart

Words are empty without a hand writing the story
A fairytale loses its sense without eyes of a child
Looking at you with curiosity and joy of life

A nightingale behind the window doesn’t sing
Not any more as winter doesn’t leave our dreamdale
Silence will remain if another dawn won’t awaken me
The agony of pain deafens me again

Wave by wave I’m slowly taken away by this tide
Forgive me, my child
Don’t shed a tear for me

I’ve never asked for more
But deep blue of the sea and sky
Longing for every wave’s move on the shore
Forlorn dreambound beaming in the night

I am, you are, but the shadows in this enormous world
Ashes burnt in the corner of hearth
Snowflakes melting within being in love with cold

Don’t judge the character till you read the story’s end
Hear the voice within and rewrite the last page if it’s not too late
It’s never too late while we are not dead
Take this step, call, whisper while the moment isn’t gone
Tomorrow might never come

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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