there was once a season
in the night there were dreams ; full of love
you laid beside me
the underlying feeling of loneliness consumed me
and for some reason it didn’t seem to consume you
maybe it did.
there was a season
in the morning
i watched as the sun rise
believing somewhere, somehow
you were watching too
were you?
once there was a season
while it rained
washed over my sorrow
i walked as if you were alongside me
I talked and received no answer
guess you didn't hear me.
and throughout all the seasons
you would never,
whether it was night , morning, sunny or rainy.
you were never really there
right?
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Author:
moonlight (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2025 14:09
- Comment from author about the poem: it takes a second look to realize that person was never really there. It was so superficial it doesn't even exist.
- Category: Letter
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Comments1
When people are in two different worlds communication is not possible, words may pass but they do not mean the same thing. A lovely write that feels so melancholic.
I understand that now , thank you.
You are most welcome
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