You always took the blame
Of things you did and did not do.
You always played the role
Of a victim blinded by her love of wordlessness.
You take it all in
The pain, the bitterness,
Everything that turned your heart so cold.
But this time darling
Let me tell you
It wasn't your fault.
It wasn't your fault
If you stopped holding his hands;
Cause you weren't aware
He was the first one to let go,
Not you who thought you lost your grip.
It wasn't your fault
If you burned all the notes,
Poems, records, pictures of you and him
Which you wanted to forget...
Cause darlin',
That's a brave step to choose the right way to move on.
It wasn't your fault
If you saw him shed a few tears.
Believe me,
That may be tears of love and remorse
Now that he realized he lost a precious gem.
It wasn't your fault
If you messed up with this part of your life.
You must not blame yourself...
Nor your heart...
Nor your brain...
Not even him...
Nor his lies and façade...
There's no one to blame with how you ended up,
Or with the wound your heart has gained...
This is part of life
And this is a lesson and an experience
For you to survive and be stronger...
It's a preparation for your heart and mind
To be ready with the 'call of love.'
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Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
