Faceless Lady.
My silence means nothing
just as my voice is no longer something
that brings chills down your spine.
My absence in your heart is peace
just as my presence is now a mere piece
that causes disturbance to you.
I had a place in you
but when I left, you felt it was right.
You watched me as I slowly fade off your screen,
our memories, filled with unmemorable scenes
of wasted sweats, vibes and time,
wasted dreams and sleepless nights,
squandered wishes and illusions,
sweet fights are now wars
and good nights are no longer good,
this is what we've come to be.
And of course, I'll be to you,
a faceless lady drowning in dark blue.
I'll be to you, a silent speaker,
dying of the words that are actually true.
I'll fizzle out of your sight
to become a stranger without rights.
I'll be to you, whatever you wish,
but to the world, I'll be bouncing, never to be deflated.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Emotional and moving, that's how I see your post, it's goodbye but you will always be there when she requires it, I like that part.
Thank you so much, my friend.
Hi @olawalium, beautiful poem...
Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you 😊😊
Reading this poem from the beginning seem to be heartbroken, but I later find out it's not.
I think the message you're trying to pass is simple
“You choose what I will be to you and I choose what you will be to me”
I hope I can also write one day
You got it spot on. I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you very much.