Every minute without you
Takes space in our lost time
Every minute with the world
And I already mourn your light
Every minute with people I despise
And I realize how close we are
To growing apart
To taking different ways
And crossing different paths
Yours will be warm and soft
But mine will be imbued with an unbearable loss
A path
I will have to traverse all alone
A loss
I will have to go through on my own
Forgive me my little baby
For missing all those moments
You cherished
when you so patiently
Waited for me to come home
Oh God! Don't leave me alone!
I will carry a burden so heavy
I might as well be buried next to my soul
I might as well be buried next to my love
I might as well be buried with the only
Innocent hearts I've ever known
The warmest hug I've ever had
The warmest bed I've ever slept
Simply like that
With no heart I will be left
Everything will be frozen and cold
Cause deeply in my heart I know
There is no love
Like our own
With every sun ray looking sparing
In front of their rainbows spreading
Across the bise blue sky
Showing that love exists
You just have to search deep
No words will bring you the deed
Explained so simply by my beautiful bees
Who so willingly spread their wings
Obliterating my pain
Giving me hope and faith
So I cross my fingers
I pray to God
And my birthday wishes are always foregone
I even flip my every coin
To never be left
Without my eternal bundles of joy
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Author:
Neilton (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2025 15:19
- Comment from author about the poem: This one is for my two babies sisi and zizi ! I love my two cats to death ! I wish there was truly a poem that Could express the love I have for them but at least I tried
- Category: Children
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Comments5
A poem dedicated to cats that before I got to the end seemed for children or a lover but love of animals is no less. Well expressed
Haha ! Yes that's why I made it clear at the end , cause I thought it might confuse a few people ! Thank you so so much!!
Beautiful.
A very passionate write of love and dedication to their prize cats, I like Soren thought it related to children until the end, enjoyed the read
Love it
The speaker writes to articulate their pain, seek solace in expressing their feelings, and perhaps reach out for understanding and connection in their sorrow. The act of writing becomes a way to cope with the burden of loss and to search for hope amidst despair.
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