I loved her like the moon loves the tide,
pulling her close, yet pushed aside.
Every whispered dream, every silent plea,
was a love she never saw in me.
With trembling hands, I gave her my heart,
hoping she'd take it, not tear it apart.
She smiled—soft, kind, but not mine,
her lips whispered, "No, we’re not aligned."
Still, I stayed, a fool in the rain,
waiting, hoping, drowning in pain.
Love is blind, but I was too,
I believed in us—she never knew.
Then one day, the sky turned black,
a cruel wind whispered, "She won’t come back."
I heard her laughter, but it wasn’t for me,
she was walking toward love, but setting me free.
She was wearing white, a bride-to-be,
while I stood there, unseen, just debris.
Not mine to hold, not mine to keep,
just a memory now, too shattered to weep.
I smiled, but my soul was a grave,
buried alive by the love I gave.
She moved on, like the seasons must,
and I became a ghost of lost trust.
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Author:
Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A sad poem of loss that bleeds with sorrow. Missed encounters, lost opportunities, time past. Very well written in rhyme and with good meter. Nicely done.
Well, Thank you
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A heartfelt write of the sorrow of chances gone and time passed, nicely expressed and written
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