With my love for you unreciprocated,
I simply do not feel alive.
My heart can still be unbroken
If I only figure out where my affections derive.
You will go on to have inherent desires
For others with whom you collide;
Meanwhile, I'll be waiting for nothing:
I'll seek before I hide.
My ears craving your voice one last time,
Lips whispering unresolved;
But instead, I will hold on until
Your memories of me have dissolved.
We are the ghosts of almost-lovers
And I the one unreciprocated,
Forever mourning the loss of a love
That never even existed.
CZYTASZ
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PoezjaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
