Oh, how do I unveil these feelings, sailing the roaring ocean of emotions? I see no lighthouse to guide me through, fiercely crashing through waves and the angry thundering, where the sky bleeds rain. I'm stuck in this illusion of us in every season, making memories in a memory itself. It's like glass slipping out of hands just to hit the floor shattering. when I realize I'm not the one your heart wants like mine does.
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Author:
Mompu (Pseudonym) (
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A story of unrequited love this poem is well written. Nicely done
Thank you, to be honest I think I'm not good enough at writing. I wonder if everyone feels the same. But I'm trying to write better as the days goes by.
You are most welcome. Writing is like being a gunslinger there is always someone better. Yes I feel the same I have seen several others on this site that I would say are truly gifted but each poem is in and of itself good, poor, or great regardless of the author.
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