your hands were cold
cold like we were in winter when it was really summer
you loved me
you hugged me ever so tightly
you kissed me with passion
you left
left me without warning
left me in a pool of my own tears
Don’t leave me here
and now your back
but only to see if you can stay with me
im waiting
waiting on an answer I already know but hope it doesn’t come true
miss me
continue to love me
when we were dancing
was I just gliding you along?
was I just dancing alone?
you took your hand away,
is this the end?
please say no
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Author:
Ariel Ann S. Perez (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Last time I held his hands when we were talking things through, they were cold. All our memories before he left was nothing but smiles that I feel like now they were faked. I’m in the middle of waiting for him to choose me or leave me, hoping he finally comes back and tells me he wants me. Stupid? Yes, I know. But I’m brave for letting this happen to me and still giving him the benefit of the doubt that he might love me still.
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Comments1
Brave indeed! Compelling expression of the compulsion of love... you can't reason with it. We have all tried and failed. Thanks for baring your heart for a few lines.
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