Dead love, oh how it stings,
Like a bird without its wings.
Once soaring high, now brought to ground,
A love that was lost, never to be found.
Once we held it in our hands,
A love that built upon our plans.
But now we see, with tear-filled eyes,
That love can also mean goodbyes.
It's painful, yes, to let it go,
To watch it wither, and fade, and slow.
But sometimes love is just a dream,
A fleeting thought, or a passing stream.
So let us mourn, let us grieve,
For the love that once made us believe.
But let us also remember, with a gentle heart,
That love can end, but it can also restart.
For in every ending, there lies a new start,
A chance to heal, and mend the heart.
And though dead love may haunt us still,
New love can bloom, and bring its thrill.
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Carminia
PoetryCarminina is a collection of poetry that delves into the depths of sadness and heartache. Each poem within the book speaks to the pain and sorrow that can consume us in our darkest moments. The words flow like a river of tears, capturing the raw emo...
