How do i begin to write the
end?
Love that once was- now a
fiend.
This is the last of our
poetry...
I'll give it my all- you
deserve the best of me.
Every word I wrote, I wrote
for you.
Every song I sang, you were
the tune.
My love was ethereal,
surpassed all space and time,
You were my all- My reason,
My rhyme.
Nights of clandestine
meetings and midnight tea,
Days I smiled hopelessly,
lost in a reverie.
The pain gets accute, as i
remember the past..
I choke back the tears, Love
breathes it's last.
For too long I deluded
myself- believed our love was true,
I see now, that it was only I
who loved you!
Do you know what it feels
like to hurt so much that you go numb with pain?
Do you know what it feels
like to have your heart ripped out your chest and squished-again and again?
I'll tell you what it feels
like- It's like your tender touch,
Your smile, your kisses that
i crave for so much...
It feels like the words you
never said to me,
It feels like the love you
never offered- you could have set me free..
Broken and destroyed, I've
become the worst of me,
All hope is dead- I'm
shackled to your memory.
Damaged forever, no strength
left to try
to fix myself. I slip slowly,
let myself die...
On the funeral pyre of my
love, I lay my dead heart,
My dreams and hopes go with
it- peacefully depart-
Never again to love, never
again to feel this way.
All good things died within
me, the day you walked away.
Before it all ends, would you
grant my last request?
I don't know if I'm strong
enough, to do what I know is best.
So, if by chance I falter,
help me do what is right.
Just this once, my love-
please hold my hand- set my pyre alight.
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