My chest aches. Not from the loneliness, but from the once feeling full with everything you could ever desire.
But getting robbed from that fulfillment is the vanishing of the soul, to drown in despair.
why my darling?
If not there to drown my sorrow
why did you skip in to my life?
don't make it the first but nor the last
this pain is enjoyable because it reminds me
that i too have a heart.
YOU ARE READING
Mizpah.
PoetryDon't look at me for i'll fall again. Mizpah (n.) The Deep Emotional Bond between people. Especially those separated by Distance or Death. (discontinued)
