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Unforgettable Truths Of The Love That Stains
Pain is what is left
My thoughts ripple through my veins as if they were alive
Out of love, there is pain with guilt
Where my fingers slithered to a pen that kissed paper
Writing that my special love slipped from my grasp
In the absence of viral love, it's difficult to clasp
A flood of shredded tears erupted from my faults and flaws
That is now disrupted by the love pain I caused
My heart flourishes with colors that swell on the gray mind
Tough to paint pictures, when our hearts flicker with pain that’s yet to pause
Wish I was perfect like silk or a piece by Mozart
All I could do was write about what was left alone
But afraid to think back or even trip over a heart of stone
Memories will vanish, but my flame won't incinerate
It’s grueling to be an artist of a half-unknown world
But I’m full of agony, my heart swells in an everlasting swirl
In my now solitary world underneath the weeping tree
Tree and I weep as one
The sky is gray, and no partner of the sun
Pain is what is left again
As if my thoughts could circulate throughout my veins
Writings upon writings of reaching emptiness that stains
My thoughts ripple through my veins as if they were alive
Out of love, there is pain with guilt
Where my fingers slithered to a pen that kissed paper
Writing that my special love slipped from my grasp
In the absence of viral love, it's difficult to clasp
A flood of shredded tears erupted from my faults and flaws
That is now disrupted by the love pain I caused
My heart flourishes with colors that swell on the gray mind
Tough to paint pictures, when our hearts flicker with pain that’s yet to pause
Wish I was perfect like silk or a piece by Mozart
All I could do was write about what was left alone
But afraid to think back or even trip over a heart of stone
Memories will vanish, but my flame won't incinerate
It’s grueling to be an artist of a half-unknown world
But I’m full of agony, my heart swells in an everlasting swirl
In my now solitary world underneath the weeping tree
Tree and I weep as one
The sky is gray, and no partner of the sun
Pain is what is left again
As if my thoughts could circulate throughout my veins
Writings upon writings of reaching emptiness that stains
Published 25th Jun 2024
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25th Jun 2024 3:35pm
Your tags are "heartbroken, love, and sadness". You expressed them perfectly. A substantive poem. Well done.
25th Jun 2024 6:47pm
25th Jun 2024 5:49pm
I've read so many poets that have had to endure this kind of pain. And yet each has their own way of expressing heartbreak as you've done here. That gray sky always lingers too long.
This was well worth reading.
This was well worth reading.
25th Jun 2024 6:48pm
Thank you so much for your kind words. Indeed, the gray sky does linger. I'm glad you found value in my writing!
