The clock of time
can't turn back
your hand holding mine ,
they'll have to pass each other
and never
intertwine
The past life of love
can't be relived again ,
you gave it all away
back then
The piece of puzzle
I could never find ,
was the one that
held your heart
that was one of a kind
For me though
my love of you marched
whole and not part ,
right into
my heart
For love lost
forever lost ,
what is really
the cost
I thought we had something
something that money
just couldn't buy ,
true love
when love isn't
a lie
You took everything
even the life
that was in me ,
I don't know why
you couldn't let
something be
They say it's not manly
for he who cries ,
but I'd rather be
wet behind the ears
than dry
in the eyes
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Author:
Desertwind (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2022 07:37
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Comments2
Yes that's true. I wrote this about a friend's wife. I never told him, but I think the the missing part of the puzzle was money. She loved money not him. I never saw him cry about it , I just meant she had no sympathy for him, took everything and left him paying for it. He was in state of depression for 10 or more years though, oh well that's life.
Sometimes we just have to move on. There's plenty of fish in the sea and we can always go searching for the missing puzzle piece. Poignant write!
That's true . As they say, there's no need to cry over spilled milk . Thanks for the comment and like .
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