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I can’t blame you for this end.
I knew about the consequences
of our secret life,
of precious moments only lent.
You weren’t the only one
wanting too much,
ending with empty hands.
You aren’t the only one
with tears shed, the
echoes of a backward glance.
Yesterday there was still a we
today there’s nothing else
but a you and a me.
I knew about the consequences
of our secret life,
of precious moments only lent.
You weren’t the only one
wanting too much,
ending with empty hands.
You aren’t the only one
with tears shed, the
echoes of a backward glance.
Yesterday there was still a we
today there’s nothing else
but a you and a me.
Published 28th May 2014
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28th May 2014 9:35pm
I know this scenario all to well ...
But you have said it best
Sad ink ...
xxo
PS is always in your corner though
xx
But you have said it best
Sad ink ...
xxo
PS is always in your corner though
xx
28th May 2014 9:51pm
Love your comforting comment, Speak ...
It means much to me! I'm not happy that you know this too well but still,
that's life, isn't it?
And isn't it wonderful to have those precious memories of unbelievably wild and blissful moments?
Perhaps we're lucky?
xxo
It means much to me! I'm not happy that you know this too well but still,
that's life, isn't it?
And isn't it wonderful to have those precious memories of unbelievably wild and blissful moments?
Perhaps we're lucky?
xxo
28th May 2014 10:46pm
That kind of love is heat driven
yes, perhaps we are lucky to have loved with that much ferocity
yes, perhaps we are lucky to have loved with that much ferocity
7th Jun 2014 7:17pm
It is, Speak! To have loved or to love with that much passion is really a gift although we might suffer terribly when it's over. I wouldn't want to miss it!
28th May 2014 11:07pm
I really got thinking
about "the echoes of
a backward glance"...
what a great image...
about "the echoes of
a backward glance"...
what a great image...
28th May 2014 11:30pm
When I was thinking about
the 'backward glance' I intended to use
I looked it up just to be on the safe side and
found that expression, extended by 'echoes'.
It was exactly what I meant and so I added it.
So it's only two-thirds mine.
the 'backward glance' I intended to use
I looked it up just to be on the safe side and
found that expression, extended by 'echoes'.
It was exactly what I meant and so I added it.
So it's only two-thirds mine.
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29th May 2014 1:15pm
Sorry to hear that, dear John. Life's a bitch, isn't it. But no happiness without sadness. The sun rises every morning, we shall keep that at the back of our minds.
Anonymous
29th May 2014 10:12am
Sometimes love is bound to be scattered....
That belongs to everybody's life, right. We have to deal with it and recover. We always do. Somehow.
30th May 2014 7:23pm
Can feel the emotions from this poem. Very relatable, keep up the fantastic poetry!
31st May 2014 5:02pm
I feel flattered, Sarah, by your always kind and lovely words! I don't like you to be able to relate to my poems since that means you suffer, too, but it is always good to know, that I can touch you with them. xo
4th Jun 2014 8:55pm
We want what we can't have more than anything else! We are flawed that way I suppose. Good write.
4th Jun 2014 9:07pm
Sometime you know from the beginning that you can't have what you want. And the question that lingers is: Do we really want what we believe we want? But nevertheless, there's a time, and that's the end when we feel the loss. That's hard. And then we simply want someone back. I much appreciate your kind comment!
Anonymous
9th Aug 2014 1:59pm
Wistful.... I feel it. Well said, great work, especially liked the ending
9th Aug 2014 2:09pm
