It’s better to have love then to have lost.
But what’s the price of giving you up, Cost.
Opportunities of love have become slim.
There’s no more light at the end of the tunnel,
its growing dim.
We thought that we’d love forever.
But it only lasted for as long as never, to continue...
We continued trying to piece a puzzle that seemingly didn’t fit.
It was like placing a triangular block on top of the hole of a square,
it just didn’t fit there.
Only if we would have listened.
But we were too stubborn to hear and to prideful,
to pay attention.
YOU ARE READING
Comme on le Voit .
PoesíaPoetry is not just mere words, or gathered thoughts, or collected ideas..but a soulful expression, a joyous awakening, and a way to feel what we can't see. And if you feel it, then there's no doubt that you know it's there. Indulge in the greater go...
