I dressed up new clothes and set my hair, just for you, my love, but you are gone, and for whom now I would get dress and go out.
The hot sun, in the noon and after when you were with me was like cool shadow for me. Now these streets seem burning hot. I never mind meeting your friends just because of you, but now these are stranger to me. There is no one like you, you were the soul of my pros and my poetry. Now words feel soulless. My heart is now deserted. I kept my empty room lit because you had to come, but it is now let dark and un-lit.
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Just beautiful Olga! Thanks to share these touchy lines here in your comment.
Full of emotions.I read somewhere The flute is totally empty.It is the breath that flows through sings and dances.To be empty is not emptiness. BTW always click ur blods me.Thanks for sharing...
Thank ella for your 'nice' comment.
If you do not need any new dresses just send them to me I will give them who are in need but what I will do with the scrufy hair.....lol....I am kidding, dear....
If someone left, we feel empty in heart and soul. We are afraid the pain never will heal. There is no light, just darkness. But the time will cure the grief even if we don't forget. Lovesickness isn't the death. We have to bear it, and we have to dare to continue our life...also if we don't know for whom we dress us and set our hair, as so as you write, Mishaikh.
Thanks for sharing your feelings.