My shattered heart
Can't see the God,
Forgets His grace
Behind your face.
In your blue eyes is my paradise,
Your pleasant voice is
The wrongest choice.
I haven't fought,
Devised the plot,
Where you and me
Are destined to be.
Together write,
Not sleep at night,
To sink in words,
Forget it hurts.
It hurts like hell,
I want to melt,
To stop dwelling on "how"
and start living now...
...
Yet how can I
say last "goodbye"?
If just with you
I've learnt to fly?....
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2023 03:50
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Classic battle of heart and brain leading to the question of the century. Whoever finds that answer shall be made rich overnight.
A futile battle, and the hardest one.
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