Don’t look at me
with those forlorn eyes;
a disconsolate lover
who cannot find the words
for her last song.
I think not love needs,
for its dance,
your music or your ode.
Has not every poem, every sonnet,
every paean already been composed?
Every metaphor so overworked
that it lies, shrivelled and out of breath?
Has not every impassioned cry been heard,
more erudite, more foolish,
more strident, more gentle,
more feverish,
more forcefully restrained?
Put away your paper and your pen.
You will not serenade
love tonight.
Every single word
has been sung,
has been whispered,
has been screamed and sobbed;
is hiding unspoken,
creased and crumpled,
or has fallen, misunderstood,
into the broken silence.
Pic Courtesy Hemanth Shanthigrama
THOUGHT PURGE 
Great visuals of the words being worn out.
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Thank you GLM 🙂
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I can relate to your feeling of ‘been there, done that…a million times, so why do it again?’, but I believe it is the human spirit, (and condition), to communicate that feeling/thought/idea, even though it has been said and done by the best, but ‘the best’s’ is not our own. We need to make it ‘ours’.
Poppy
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falling out of love is painful. You words caress the hard edge of the broken heart.
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Thank you 🙂
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when there are no words and only silence the two heart feel the ache:(
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sometimes I think, why should I write about love.. but we should speak about it, everyone feels it differently, but sometimes we are lost for words… nothing is good enough.
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I hope that not every word has been spoken.. But there are moment when words are not enough…
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That’s true..or not necessary!
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Yes, it has all been said, composed, overused in metaphors and the like, but when it is said to you by the love of your life, it all of a sudden becomes new again and you have no need to crumple that paper for it becomes valuable beyond belief 😉 Funny how that works!!
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Thanks C.C 🙂 🙂
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Yes, it does seem sometime that every word has been said, sung, etc.
We just have to arrange them in different ways, I think, making them a original as we can.
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Thanks Mary… yes, it’s all we can do!
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This is how we often feel. it does not mean it is entirely true. Very well-expressed though.
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i like how there’s screaming and sobbing and then silence
My Brain is a Cheap Gadget That Spins
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Thanks so much Zongrik , like the way you’ve interpreted the poem, appreciate your comment.
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wonderfully written.. Enjoyed reading this..
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Thank you Hari.
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