You,
You were my hope for an end to sadness filled morrows.
A pillow to soften the blows of life’s lonesome sorrows.
A beacon of light, through my darkest night.
Though it was wrong, it remained right.
We thought our love had empowered us.
Then it left us to crash, once we took flight.
I’m forever grateful to have known you, to be given that chance.
My only regret, as I now reflect,
They never played our song,
We never did, have our first dance.
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Good emotive write, maybe that first dance is still to come.
Iām not so sure about that.
Thank you once again for your lovely review š
You've danced it in your poem!
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