Whenever we part I hold you tight,
smell your scent my soul alight,
my lips touch your porcelain skin,
my spirit crumbles, dies within.
At parting I can't count the sighs,
looking deeply in your eyes,
the memory of glances still remain,
not knowing when they'll meet again.
Whenever we part it isn't fast,
it feels like it might be the last,
we never know what comes our way,
it could well be our final day.
I say goodbye, fair well to you,
I always do what I can do,
to treat you nicely and be kind,
to fix your image in my mind.
How I hate when we must part,
its like poison dagger in my heart,
keep safe dear though far away,
I need you near and here to stay.
Every bird that flies must be free,
yet I would have you close to me,
We may not meet for many moon,
but I'll say only, "See you soon."
keep complex feelings in my chest,
let you go, wish you the best.
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Author:
Daveyboyz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Shakespeare described parting as "Such sweet sorrow" but he was a bit more concise than me.
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Comments3
So many feelings while reading this, as I'm sure there was for you writing it. Very well said and written.
Thank you Tonia, I guess we all know these feelings.
Yes it worked out brilliantly - a super piece of work Davey and a great painting to go with it.
Thanks Michael, and for the tips...definitely better with a few syllables removed.
This is beautifully written!
Thank you 🙂
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