What’s there left after love?
What’s there left after flame?
Poems, all read and old?
Feelings taken away?
What’s there left after rain?
What if rainbow won’t wake?
You’re alone once again.
There’s no ice left to melt.
Smile’s, memory’s left,
But no tears and no hopes,
All the happiness’s faked,
All the sympathy’s torn.
And you breath is now even,
And your heartbeat’s now calm.
No more faith, no more feelings…
What’s there left after love?
What s there left after love?
© Copyright: Татев Габоян, 2008
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