In the quiet of the night, I ponder this mistake,
Loving you was a choice, a risk I chose to take.
A bittersweet melody of joy and pain entwined,
In the depths of my heart, a heavy burden confined.
The echoes of laughter now ring hollow and cold,
Memories of happiness tainted, stories untold.
Regret lingers like a shadow, haunting my soul,
Loving you was a mistake, a wound that takes its toll.
Yet amidst the tears and the ache of heartbreak,
I find strength in the lessons I now undertake.
For in the ashes of this love, a phoenix will rise,
Wiser and braver, ready to embrace new skies.
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Wistful Poetry (On-going)
PoetryLove was not only for two people who adore each other but additionally for those people who surround you. This is only to express my emotions and thoughts.
