the suspense
its killing me
no,
mocking me
the promises,
whisper through my memory
fading with each passing day
each disappointing moment
is its demise
my mind wanders to a better time
a time where i could feel the warmth of the sun
a time when the moon lit the night sky
moments of serenity
moments of deep love
brief moments
fleeting moments
but all beings must come to an end
and that is where i find my Peace.
~SV
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Author:
Roselyn (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2020 08:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A relationship which is not comfortable can be traumatic and when it ends you are released to be yourself again. Comfortable with your own wants, desires, hopes and enjoyments.
I find all this in your words today.
Absolutely! a deep love that turned into a deep sorrow and when released one found inner tranquility
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