I saw the tide of my years,
pulling me to you, past the shore of my loneliness,
that I thought would leave me stranded.
But that love I so wanted,
that love I would have suffered for,
it was never mine.
And you never promised it to me,
it was never mine to covet.
But now I can tell you
in a whisper down corridor of years,
how I hate him for drowning my soul
in your summer kisses.
- Author: Jon Nakapalau ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2021 17:12
- Category: Love
- Views: 36
- Users favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses, Saxon Crow
Comments2
Very emotive words Jon.
Andy
Thanks Andy - still feel guilty for my strong feelings.
Beautifully written Jon. I love this
Thank you Saxon Crow.
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