Every missed sunsets
With memories of unhealed hurt
I’m not used to a happy love
That brings tear to your eyes,
It’s s something about the way
You said my name,
That makes my blood run against myself,
I put together everything i have ever loved
And the shadow of the image
Somehow looks like you,
Like the color from every sunset
I have missed and put togeather,
Like the moon and stars
On the night it rains,
All the happiness i failed to embrace
All the lives this world has lost
But now i wake up to mornings
In a world having you lost too.
About the Creator
Feroza Sher
I’m a student of intermediate 2nd year. I love writing poetry as this is the only way to express feelings for introverts, for me. Life literally teaches us lessons and i learned from them so i just write.
I write for you.
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