About This Quote
The difference is,Now I cant call you anymore…I cant hear your calming voice,I cant hear your wordsThat made me always feel better,Now I am just all alone... The first line of the poem is used to portray the idea of someone who has lost something. They can't call their lover anymore because they are too afraid of the answer they will get. That is what makes this poem so sad.
A person can't live with happiness because of fear. This poem also talks about love and how it can lead to happiness.
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