There's a hundred
ways,
To remember you,
But none that make me
forget,
Right...you said I
live in my dreams,
That are plain
meaningless, not real.
Breeding hopes for a
better tomorrow,
My mind is trapped,
confused and sealed.
Stronger is my
resolve, as ever it can be,
But there are times,
when my heart has
reeled.
Now, when I look back
at those times,
My life seems like a
riddle, in pieces
They lie there, the
same way you left,
Leaving me without
answers, desperate and clueless.
Maybe the best I can
do,
Is resign myself to
those memories,
Let them pierce the
very wall of sanity,
That keeps me closer
to you.
And a time will come,
When it'll all be
over,
When there'll be no
hope, no dreams, no puzzles to fill,
Then, I pray to you,
Just look over my
grave,
Untill it's time to
say the final goodbye.
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4 comments:
powerful memories and reflections.
the hurt won't heal until you truly moved on and find the one that fits you.
blessings.
Happy Rally.
Thanks for the appreciation Helen!
Thanks for the appreciation Helen!
sad words, beautiful poem with strong poetic lines.
well done.
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