When they met, it was like a storm meeting its eye, for
His storm fell to nothing before her.
He charmed her, swayed her heart in the breeze.
Found her strength, tore her pain to pieces
Before her eyes, those scraps of ill health fell to the ground.
She thought she would never run out of him,
But then their spark fell out of favour,
And she chose between her happiness, her health and her life, or him.
Even though it was a long-set scar, it still hurt sometimes.
She missed his laugh, she missed his calls
She was sorry for the chance she left behind,
But she would never regret the choice she made.
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Never In Spring ✓
PoesíaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...
