Tuesday's Tune
Your dedicated tune
which played on
that dreadful Tuesday
Goes through my mine
and presents a sound.
Since you've gone
I've seen no other face
but yours
even my own reflection
seems to (mimic) it
I reach for your mirage
and you fade away
I try to hold you
only to find myself
clenching my fists.
I'm still here
And life goes on
It feels like a dream
on a sleepless night
Dreaming of the time
when you could still vow
to love me always.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
