Once these fresh wounds heal,
I shall find another one -
One who treats me better than the last.
I needn't rush,
For it will come.
All good things take time,
And I have so many years yet to live,
So many things yet to learn,
So many wonders yet to gaze upon,
And perhaps even so many people
That I am yet to love.
Sadness will not outlive me, and
Loneliness will soon be on its way.
Better things are yet to come,
And as they pass,
I shall live on to find another one,
Or two, or three, or more -
All of the goodness is the world
Will outlive me,
And for that I am so grateful,
As there will always be something wonderful
That I haven't yet discovered;
There will always be a love ready to blossom,
Even though my heart may bleed.
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PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
