Same old sad song

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

Same old sad song

 

 

it is the same old song

playing on the radio.

it is the same old sad song

the melody is whispering to my heart

and your heart as we make love

in the same old king size bed.

 

i stare into the mirror

but nobody knows me.

the reflection bounces off into eternity.

 

i hear that same old sad song

the wind moves the river

of my crying eyes,

 

the beat of the drums

sound like my heart pittering

and pattering to the sound

of the falling rain outside.

 

i do really wonder

what you are thinking about

my lover because you just started

to cry out of the mystic blue.

 

we dance to the harmony

of the music.

the clouds drift away

like our thoughts

on the hoizon

in the nighttime sky.

 

we move eversoslowly

as the incense burns

the prayers of our souls

go to the kingdom of no return.

 

 

to the rhythm of the heartbeat.

it fades away into a bliss.

i hear the trumpet, sax, flute

and paino being played

like a beautiful love song

our tune is playing on the radio

don't you know baby

but you can't hear me anymore

you left me in the pouring rain.

 

there is nowhere to go

for tomorrow doesn't exist yet.

i sing my sorrows to you

as we lie naked in bed.

 

the candles are lit

but our dreams are heading nowhere

t seems aparent to us both.

 

why did you have to leave me

when i loved you so much.

the bleeding you caused my heart

filled the oceans of the world.

[Aleksandra]

the wind moves the river

of my crying eyes,

 

Wonderful Victor I love this one. The quoted expression sounds perfect, so poetical and lovely.

This poem flows very nice and keep the attention of the reader.

Emotional and very quietly tone.

 

I like it a lot

 

Aleksandra