My Broken Heart Can'T Be Repaired

Poem By dino evans

Our time had passed so suddenly, no time to be prepared,
Lost between the lines the words got lost in tears I've shed,
I can't hear your voice my heart can't be repaired,
Caught inside the gentleness, your smile, trapped in my head.

All that I imagined that you said, was 'I love you',
And all that I could say, was just the same,
Nothing there was in between, I walked the avenue
And all that I could do, was cry your name,

The moments came and went so fast, I hadn't time to think,
Of all that I had wanted you to see,
I imagined what you sounded like but gone in just a wink,
And the rain that fell from blue skies, rained on me,

I stopped what I was writing, in the middle of the song,
The melody had lost the sound I knew,
Each note was now so out of place, not where it should belong,
Time stopped, and for that moment, all was you,

Imaging I had you there, the nights spent in the sand
The silence filled the noise inside my thought,
I listened to the words, the music poured out from the band
Too much to take, the heartache that it brought

Everything was in the song, I listened to the voice,
But all, I knew was coming from your heart,
All that I could do was try to feel, I had no choice,
It seemed the feeling lost, at least in part

Remembering a long lost time, the girl I loved so much
I can't recall, or hear the soft sweet sound,
I've been alone without you, far too long, and so as such
My mind is scattered, shattered on the ground,

My days now pass in solitude alone, with you in mind
Deep within the shadow that you cast
This seems to me so unreal, lost, stretched out in time,
I feel the clock has stopped, but spins too fast,

Sooner than you think the time goes by us, just a breeze,
The mist of time that keeps us so apart,
I've held onto hold your memory, and sometimes I believe
But nothing can repair my broken heart

DEAN EVANS 10-20-07

Comments about My Broken Heart Can'T Be Repaired

I feel the clock has stopped, but spins too fast. True feelings of a sad person


5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of EVANS

A Poem To Begin

The summer sun sinks quietly, but evening takes the day
I sit alone and think of things you've said,
And then your voice comes silently, and I can hear the way
So gently you had spoken, from the poems you had read.

Things My Father Said

Sometimes late at night, I watch the ceiling from my bed,
And lying in the darkness, hear a sound inside my head,
Not a sound explained in any book I've ever read,
I hear the distant memories, of things my father said.

Cursed

Old friends are gone, and others leaving..
I stay and grieve, terrible grieving...
And think of time, we laughed in jest...
Seems I block out, all the rest...

Written On The Wind

WRITTEN ON THE WIND

I look up in the morning, above the cool green leaves,
Through the branches, there, they take my eyes,

Broken Glass

How can I go on, with my heart breaking
Why, must I continue to be lost
What did I accomplish, to win this aching
Cold upon my love, there lies a frost

The Shadows Fell

April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the calm of clear blue skies
Too short our time together, and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell