Believe me, when I tell you
every new day is wasted on me
the sunlight can stay where it is
stay in, behind those black clouds
the clouds that hide the truth
the sun is dead
at least to me
it turns out, darkness
is my only friend
protecting me from my loneliness
no need to see the sunrise
I don't want it to shine its warmth
upon my face numb
numb with loss
every day is dark
and it's the way I prefer to see it
after all love has died
I accept my fate
but still
I'd like to give my reader
my true and most sincere
apologies
because my words are harsh
where love goes to die
is a place I hope none of you
ever have to be
but, if you are…
don't forget to bury it deep
deep on the underside
of your very own rose garden.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written for one of my most favourite poets Melvin, who taught me to write from my heart, and I try to honour his words always.
- Category: Love
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Comments6
am deeply touched Teddy...
more than you could possibly imagine.
bless you.
No one deserves it more than you dear friend. 🌹
Heartfelt words Teddy. 🌹
I feel all wrung out after that Teddy. It's only that I know it isn't true, that keeps me going.
It's not true for me but it's true for many people I love so I have done my homework with my eyes and my heart. Losing a soul mate is something I write about most often. Thank you dear Dave. 🌹
Powerful work dear Teddy.
Thank you dear Thomas. 🌹
Hello darkness my old friend. You reminded me of Simon and Garfunkel dear Teddy. Such wonderful lyrics they wrote and performed. Where love goes to die is surely a sad tale of all sunlight being eclipsed from life. I guess the rose garden would soften the blow by a degree or two. Heartfelt writing, beautifully composed.
So lovely to see you dear Cassie, such a kind thing to say to me, love Simon and Garfunkel and yes if we have to end somewhere why not be it on the underside of a rose garden. Thank you so much. 🌹
I can not only feel this but feel I have lived it. It is you last stanza that stands out the most. It is from the buried corps of love that new growth emerges. May yours sprout and grow with the birth of the new sun of spring.
Thank you so much dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
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