A dream.


I'm resigning myself to your absence,

I' m forgetting how your mild voice sounds,

You' re my gentle defeat and suppressor,

Without you I no longer feel ground.


Without you I am me , but just halfway,

I don't know if I'm needed by someone.

You' re my life's blessed and radiant Sunday,

Though I see losing you in the long run.

Tears wash away grief just  for minutes,

Sleeping steals me from harsh circumstances.

Next to you I can feel: pain diminishes,

In the seconds of crossed loving glances .

  • Author: Gregoria (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2024 09:41
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 5
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  • peto

    You have a gift Gregoria
    Beautiful flow
    Easy to read
    Keep em coming

    • Gregoria

      It's not a gift. It's just unbearable pain. Thank you tons for reading this 💜💜💜.

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