Echo's high from the mountain top, The cry of pain, from a broken heart. The longing just to see you again, And this long, lonely night will never end.
Shadows appear, fog settles all around, My once happy smile, is replaced with a frown. I feel the mist as it dampens my skin, But it fits my mood, as old memories begin.
He stole my heart at the very first meeting,
but it wasn't long before he left it bleeding. The pain, how can I deal with this ache inside? It hurts so much being without you tonight.
Tiny drops of rain, fall from the sky, but then I Realize it's these tears that fall from my eyes. No one can realize the hurt that I feel, I only wish it was not real.
Maybe it’s only a dream that I will awake from, And laugh at my fears, with the morning sun. Maybe, maybe, maybe, but I know it's not true, Baby please come back, I love you.
Echo’s come back reflecting my pain , A long lonely night, without you again.
© Cynthia Clark
Wow. Thank you, Realistic Poetry for the compliment
"I only wish it was not real." This one line sums up the unbearable pain and suffering this poem expresses and you do an excellent job at evoking just the right emotions! Nostalgic and wistful, and SO real. Good work, Cynthia!
Thank you so much, Lee
I like the symbolism of echos, and the lines "I feel the mist … it fits my mood" really struck me as perfect.