𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐼𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Poem Book)

In case anyone wanted to see the poetry book from start to finish, here it is! xx

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Prologue
It may be quite obvious,
but now that I've got an audience,
I would like to share a lesson.

It's one I have learned,
one that was unearned.
Was it through happiness or heartbreak?
Maybe it was both,
but either way, my heart will still ache.

This is here as a warning,
don't you dare fall in love,
because they aren't always what they seem.
Sometimes, they are a vulture disguised as a dove.

If you have already fallen,
like I once had too,
tell me, please,
do the clouds ever disappear?
Does the sun ever shine and the sky turn blue?

Gone
I guess the best way to start
is to tell the story part by part.
Yet, before I begin,
I just need to say,
some say it's a sin,
but I'm totally gay.

That may seem small,
but really, it's true,
and it's the best way to show why I'm blue.

I've been supported all my life,
although I did pass by strife,
all before finding him.

He was everything I've ever wanted,
the image of him I'll behold forever,
you see, that cannot be taken from me,
not like he was.

He was the one,
but now he's gone.
It was just like that,
the love of my life slipped away.

Regrets and Guilt
I thought everything was fine,
but, oh, things were just failing slowly.
And all I want to do is whine,
yet I should've been there while he was mine.
Regrets and guilt run deep,
so now I feel lonely.

Hope
I was deceived by hope,
and now I search for ways to cope.
I try to put the ill-fate under a microscope,
how could this have happened?

I can hear him laughing,
see his beautiful smile
and hear his deep voice.

What if we're presented a choice
between being a shell of ourselves,
and anything else?

He would've wanted me to continue.
I just wish this pain would subside soon.

Free
Would I be better off where he is?
Where he could wrap me in his arms,
never letting go,
where he is mine and I am his.

Would I be carefree in the clouds?
Where I could escape the crowds,
and never leave his side,
where there is no need to hide.

What Was Once

Will I ever find a love like that again?
One where all the pain melts away,
and I know that he'll never stray.
One where he makes my heart pound,
and the world go round and round.

I think not,
if the world was so cruel to take him away,
what should make me think that it'll quit its game with my poor heart?

Yes, my heart shall grow cold and empty,
the opposite of what it once was.
Thoughts of him shall fill my head,
every time I visit places other than my bed.

He wouldn't like what I've become,
but he's not here to see it.
So, what's it matter?

Tear Covered Pages

I drag my pen across this paper for the last time.
These tear covered pages will never cover how I feel

The poems I have written,
Can only speak to the heartbroken.
The words speak for me,
And there is nothing left to say.

In the beginning, (the prologue)
I hated love with the deepest passion,
but now, I leave you here with this,
Love will only become your enemy,
If you fall out of it.

I never did that,
so I must learn to trust it again.

My heart will learn how to heal,
As will yours,
Just give it time.