The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
For he isn't shy to speak his heart
To his beloved betrothed cloud.
What about me? My poor old heart
Keeps hiding in the shadows
Of my own downfall.
I have the shivers just like the leaves
That shakily are cast away by the autumn wind.
Coz' when I told you that you're the one
You glanced at me with those big doe's eyes
And told me 'Cry me a river!
Oh boy, cry me a river!
I'm so over you! '
Now I can't enjoy the joy of spring,
Coz' you have taken everything.
You broke my dreams in bits and pieces
And stepped on them with a wicked grin.
The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
I wish I could be playful too...
I'll always have the blues for you
I'll always have the blues for you.
The metaphor of cloud and sky the ephemeral fleeting cloud and the permanent and reliable sky. You are the sky and some clouds are storms and then gone but the sky is blue, with the blues.
Thy lines so dropp like the dropp of the touching dove leaving a pure inspiration. Good one. MAY I INVITE U TO READ MY POEM 'WOE' AND 'THE LONE HEART' also give me your view. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A love that was lost can leave a person feeling like their heart had been torn out. When it finally begins to mend you can still feel a pinch now and then. A really good write. Please read Love Seesaw when you get a chance.