Translation

We were coffee cups on rainy tables,

Two souls speaking different fables.

You said “forever” in another tongue,

But I heard silence in every song.

You smiled like words you never meant,

A promise lost in the accident.

And I was learning your every phrase,

While you were fading into haze.

I tried to read you like a poem in a storm,

But your meaning kept changing form.

Oh, this love was a translation,

Every touch, a hesitation.

You said “I love you” like a metaphor,

But I don’t speak your language anymore.

I kept rewriting what you meant,

But the message was already spent.

Now all I have is lost communication,

Oh, the tragedy of our translation.

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We danced through every mispronounced line,

I thought your heartbeat echoed mine.

But there were pauses you never explained,

And silence spoke louder than pain.

You traced my skin like broken script,

A map where all the meanings slipped.

And I kept guessing what you feel,

But baby, every word was sealed.

You said “always” like it’s temporary,

And I believed like it was necessary.

Oh, this love was a translation,

Lost between misinterpretations.

You said “forever” like goodbye,

And I heard truth behind your lie.

I kept decoding what you meant,

But your signals came and went.

Now I’m left with faint vibration,

Oh, the ache of our translation.

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[Bridge 1] (soft, broken voice)

Do you remember the winter street?

Where you kissed me mid-repeat,

Of some song in your native tongue—

I never knew what it sung.

I smiled, pretending to understand,

But it was slipping through my hand.

And now I replay it every night,

Wondering if you ever meant it right.

[Bridge 2] (building emotion)

You called me your muse, your melody,

But I was lost in your symphony.

You spoke in rhythms I couldn’t trace,

And now your echo fills the space.

I kept your notes, your letters too,

Trying to find the meaning of you.

But every word still cuts me clean—

Translation’s where I’ve always been.

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Time moved on in different tenses,

Love got lost behind defenses.

You found another, fluent and sure,

While I’m still trying to translate “cure.”

I see your name in foreign skies,

And it still burns behind my eyes.

I whisper things I wish you knew,

But they don’t make sense without you

Oh, this love was a translation,

A book without its final station.

Every word I wrote for you—

Was something you outgrew.

And I kept searching for connection,

But found only dissection.

Now my heart speaks isolation,

Oh.