Was not that I did not try,
My soul did wish for it to work out,
You knew my pain, hand to hand, I did cry.
❤️
None got so near to me,
None were so dear,
It’s why I can’t help but to see thee.
❤️
In my mind, a fond spot,
A spot I go to have time with you,
Stop my love for you, I have not.
❤️
Know me, you were my best,
If you’d last, a long shot,
Just know that I did love you more than the rest.
❤️
A push not hard, did not work well,
My fear made me do it,
My life made me send you to your hell.
❤️
For I won’t know what it is that you see,
None but you,
You were the last to last to look that way at me.
❤️
Not good, not for you,
Not that I can ever be,
I push what I love away, we’d not be true.
❤️
My sins come with me each day,
Pain when I see your fate,
My sins are for what, the cost you did pay.
❤️
Move on, if only you can find a find way,
My fond wish for you,
I wish I knew what else to say.
❤️
The hurt upon you, I will ever be sad,
A love in me I just can not give,
If ever I said hi, will you be mad?
❤️
I did want to give it all to you,
I hope that you know this to be how I feel,
You will for my life be my one love that was true, if only I did not fear to say this to you.
❤️
I did want to give you more,
Now life and the past took that away,
I hear I’m home, and end up sad, it’s not you at the door.
❤️
And I have to hide,
Hide when I cry,
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Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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So sad, so much regret. Not the one who got away but rather the one who was driven away--ever mourned, ne'er forgotten.
This is an unrequited love in its truest sense, I am making a story about where both people got closure . It was inspired by a friends Facebook post prompt. I might tag this poem into if I get your ok. 😊
Jason, this is so emotional and beautifully written!!! Bravo!!!
Sad, Poignant, Lovely!😥