Lonely Reflections
Love and Loss đź’”
Time is and always will be a thief.
I can see the truth clearly in this.
Her hands bind me in a dance of silence.
I want to feel her, to invite love into my life.
She had never loved me more than she did.
I want to hold her, to experience her again.
One in the morning, the lonely are close,
I long to be near the one who held me, sweetheart.
Pain is a cunning and skilled disguiser.
It is this load that needs to remain in my heart.
When our lips did finally meet, I never stood a chance.
Oh, she was so sweet, if you could catch a peek of her.
Like no one else has ever loved me, she
I hope she would come back and be free of this suffering.
It is one in the morning, the day of loneliness,
I look for the one who can relate to my suffering.
One in the morning, and I'm attempting to escape,
From the bonds that tether me to solitude.
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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Nice poetđź‘Śđź‘Ś
Nicely written đź‘Ś đź‘Ź
This was so poignant. Very beautifully written!