There's a saying telling people that love should be easy It should be light, sweet—there's no burden to carry Mouths talk and eyes look towards what's forbidden Hands touch and hearts connect, finding the forgotten Song of the ages—some silent battle cry over the years Sins of the past, glorious delicacy to feed the fears I've been held down, tied, and told I was never enough How I accepted it all while, in their comfort, I laugh When you proved them wrong, I guess that's when I fell The care I seek—one to make the heart, with pride, swell I knew, the, that what you had in your hands was my life At that point in time, there's some quiet amidst the rife
And how I basked in the peace albeit it being temporary For the first time, the sun wasn't out to blind me Flowers bloom and strength came in adversity It was wonderful; so why am I now in the mortuary Of my past selves—one broken after the other The graveyard is sinking, claiming flower after flower We took a turn for the worse, the moment it showed The neglected past, the traits you hid from the get go So what was I to do, then—let you wreck my soul? Society demands I change you but it's just your call I know the problem now—I don't have the voice At some point in time, I tried but wasn't given a choice
There's a saying telling people to love is hell Every bit of silence, every sign you can't tell Have the stars aligned for us, love—can you see? Is there affection left anywhere in our memory? This is just the beginning of life—so you keep insisting Does that give you the permission to be so demanding? Life is short and time is all but forgiving What gives you the right to dictate who's living and dying? The shots I take and the love I've given thought to be real Are all just phony after a decade of unchecked zeal I knew, then, that what I had in my hands are brittle pieces That at some point in time, I lost all gains to decreases
And I let it, love—I let you eat my truth and tear my walls I let you in the heart I've closed after years of sprawls The snow ravaged my landscape, killed all the warmth Is this the price to pa for the cages put forth? It's been a while but I'm here again after so long Where darkness rise and miracles prove so wrong There's no love for the wicked—nothing left for us Only fools hope for peace and for closure to discuss Because people do only have time for their interest For their peace of mind and the power to be the best Now, you've got a string of broken hearts with mine in tow But I know, at some point in time, I loved you albeit the sorrow
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Ah, yes. The sorrow of love that faded without any closure. This poem is dedicated to everyone who had similar experiences, whether be it romantically or with friends. Closure is the best farewell gift to give to people so please ensure to leave that on their doorstep before you go. :))
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