Let them come
let them go
If they ask let them know
Sometimes
you don’t get to choose
Sometimes
It is ours to lose
Were it less than life and miles that ran between us two
Were we given more than faith to latch our future to
Then when its dark and what we once knew
is gone and fading fast
Were it that the last one I Loved was the one that loved me last.
If she asks
Let her know
It’s in the past
Let her go
Sometimes
Wounds don’t get to heal
This pain is always yours to feel
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That is painful.
Were it that happy endings were not only movies’ themes and books
Were it that every smile you wore was as real as it looks.
He. Ebu find the person that poem is about.
I see what you did there 🙂
Hahaha maybe its fictitious
Were we not born in the episode of a modern fairy tale
Where proportional feelings are inexistent and true love pale…
Nice piece. Deep
Does writing help remove the unexplainable pain?
of course it’s a good way of letting off those things that trouble our minds most.
It does, but mostly it helps put a name to it.
Usually I’m not sure what is going on exactly until I clear up the noise and put it into words.
I think it does. It is away of expressing your emotions and definitely by so doing,you get rid of the toxic luggage of pain and sorrow that lingers around you.
I like this poem on love and loss. I need more of it to finish the story though it 🙂
I like this poem on love and loss. I need more of it to finish the story though 🙂