There are days when sorrow fills every cell in my body
Those days the worst
There’s a lump in my throat
And an ache so deep in my chest
It feels like someone has a hand on my heart
Those are the days that I need you most
I know that you holding me would calm me down
But because you don’t want me
And I can’t have you
The thought of you holding me only makes my sadness worse
Even the thought of your lips on my forehead
And your gentle arms around me
Is enough to send me spiraling
The memory of what we might have been
Still haunts me to this day
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- Comment from author about the poem: What are you supposed to do when the one thing that could make you happy also makes you sad?
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Sorrow is a bitter friend.
Familiar in her ways.
An enemy though she may be
Throughout all your days.
Heartache is a learned thing.
It will Measure time and growth.
Movement through this journey brings strife.
So the pattern goes.
On and on, highs and lows
disappointment will bring pain.
But You can choose your focous on
Sunshine or the rain.
(So much easier said then done! I know! I hope you are more and more able to see sunshine through the rain. It takes a little practice and sometimes there are even sunshowers, but time will put the memory of this thunderstorm behind you! Sending positive thoughts and sympathy your way.
S.E.)
That was really beautiful, thank you
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