Goodbyes aren't sad
Its the memories that follow
So funny that I can forgive but not forget
Memories don't fade
they keep me up at night-
when I visit your grave.
I see you in dreams
but soon they become nightmares
There I go back in time
when I still had your hands in mine
The scene replays
I can just sit and wait,
when my part comes-
where I cry for help
and the attention no one pays.
My blood-soaked clothes
and tear-stained face,
Your motionless body
and soulless gaze.
I lost you in my arms
I hate you till this day,
For not making through it
For not hanging in there.
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Unsaid words
Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
