It was March 11, 2008!
You sent a song, just a song.
Even though I waited for you so long!
No words. Just a song—telling me your feelings,
But not that you were wrong.
The singing lines say, “You deserve to be free.”
Feelings changed like the weather.
The eyes felt wet,
The pain was still there and burning,
Feelings still flaming.
So much pain that you couldn’t even breathe!
It was worse than death.
I was lost in that song.
I couldn’t see or breathe.
But we do not belong.
You are my heart’s thief.
I couldn’t,
I shouldn’t…
Our song is playing, it is an old flame, but it is not a game.
Oh! It burns; it burns a lot.
The only pain you brought.
It’s an old flame, and such will remain.
Eh, that song—still inside, breaks, once in a while, awakes.
Awakes with the same feelings, with the same burning and pain.
My inside voice screaming,
Having a shadow as a remain.
I couldn’t,
I shouldn’t…
Our song is playing, it is an old flame, but it is not a game.
Oh! It burns; it burns a lot.
The only pain you brought.
It’s an old flame, and such will remain.
Eh, that song… still inside, breaks, once in a while, awakes.
About the Creator
Ina Zeneli
In love with writing books for kids, young adults, poetry, and novels.
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Outstanding
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Comments (6)
That hurts 🥹 Like they telling you to be free, but you can’t. The pain of loving someone. Such a heavy poem. Love it.
You Deserve to Be Free, Nice work
I like how this acknowledges the pain of relationships and all of the feelings that go into them! Nice work!
This scorches. Love it! ⚡💙⚡
Oof, this one stings! That song isn’t just a melody—it’s a ghost that won’t let go, a flame that flickers but never dies. The pain, the longing, the ache of what was (and wasn’t). Some songs hit different, forever.
Those last two lines, are perfect. The whole poem is lovely.