Felt on top of the world
some moments of action,
and now in deep abyss
trying to find direction.
Still, I have some moments,
some solace when I miss you,
they make sadness familiar
something as dear as you.
If you are able to find peace
and able to prosper this way,
I wish you luck and fortune
and will keep myself away.
But I will keep wondering
what unusual did I desire,
that made you turn away
and leave me hanging in the fire.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you consider the pain in love as pain then it's not ok. The pain in love is a reminder of his lover, so it could be as dear as her. If we know this then we will never descend in our values.
- Category: Love
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