If the rain can wash away
all my ugly memories
can the sun really bring the light?
and if the wind can blow away
all my bad dreams
leaving me with joyful ones at night
could I begin to live once more?
the way I did once live?
or is it true
that just because
my dreams may now be sweet
that of our love was never meant
and that now...
I live with
triumph not defeat?
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2023 12:45
- Comment from author about the poem: The dramatics of love! 😂
- Category: Love
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Comments5
A fine write T.
Thank you MR Orchi 🤗
the image that heads this page reminds me of a famous balcony in Verona .. the fine words that sit beneath it .. remind me of just how much I love this art we share .. 🌹
Yes I chose a painting of Juliet well done for noticing, Nev, you know I can never do love without the dramatics lol hugs my dear friend.
A lovely writing , teddy 🙂 like the mention of nature in this
Awe, thank you dear rose. 🌹
Jeanne and I visited Verona and saw Aida - magical memories and - yes we saw the balcony. Poetically a real fine write to be proud of.
Ah, i am so proud to bring you some wonderful memories dear Michael ❤️ thank you so much.
to love or not love, that is
what nightmares are born, of
indecision as our fallibility
a heart's volition as our vindication
we strive to infuse hope in every
choice, knowing
our scars are yet to callous
and our tears, still feel wet
on our cheeks, dear brave Poetess
but we dare, and validate
that intuitive need to believe
and entrust, in a love
we're promised by the very
pulse, in this
our one and most romantically
finite, life...
LOL isn't it wonderfully painful at times 😂 ❤️
bittersweet, yet an addictive taste
most can't get enough of, I fear
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