I'll never tell you I love you to the moon and back,
Because that's not even a sliver of how much I do.
If I were to measure it,
Even god would bow before its weight.
I'd paint the world with words of love,
But it'd bleed into the moon and stars above.
If we ever grow apart one day,
Just know that love still lingers,
Between the words left whispers.
In the echoes of laughter,
In the silence thereafter.
In the glances we steal,
In the wounds even time can't heal.
Now we're standing far apart,
Not by fate but by the breaking of hearts.
Like Poe and his Annabel Lee,
But with woe in the decisions we couldn't foresee.
- Ria <3
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Author:
Ria_1005 (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2025 05:02
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is just an attempt—something that came to me in the middle of the night, almost like an epiphany. I wrote it in about 20 minutes, letting the words fall into place as they came. It’s raw, a bit rushed maybe, but honest.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A sense of two loves being apart not through their own choosing, nicely written
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