I think of the most hauntingly beautiful and sad lines,
But I don’t allow myself to write them,
They twist and twirl within the delicate nerves of my heart, like vines,
For I don’t want the world to know of the mayhem
that breaks out in my head every now and then,
Now that you’re no longer here whispering sweet nothings,
There is no rest for my pen,
Burdened with my deepest of feelings.
- Author: aneenaelzabinod ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2024 13:38
- Comment from author about the poem: For my soulmate from a past life 🔏
- Category: Sad
- Views: 13
Comments2
a very intense write,
and very touching.
Brilliant. You are not alone.
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