Echoes of Sorrow: A Collection of Poignant Poetry

part 1: why does my heart burn this way when i see you'r face ?

~washing machine heart -mitski~

In the depths of my heart, a tempest resides,
A love unrequited, where despair presides.
For I am smitten, with a love so true,
But fate has conspired, to keep us two.

He is the sunlight, that dances on the shore,
While I am but a shadow, forever wanting more.
His heart belongs to another, I must confess,
And I, a mere spectator, in this bittersweet distress.

She is a vision, a beauty to behold,
Her radiance outshines mine, or so I am told.
With grace and charm, she captivates his gaze,
While I, in the shadows, yearn for his embrace.

Why would he choose me, so plain and ordinary,
When she is adorned, like a radiant cherry?
Her sweater, a token, of their love so strong,
While I am left longing, for a love gone wrong.

But still, I dream of his lilac hair,
And the lilac eyes that make me stop and stare.
In moonlit nights, we find solace in each other's arms,
Drunk on love's elixir, away from the world's harms.

He is a rebel, a free spirit unbound,
While I

, lost in darkness profound.
We share a bond, forged in smoke and flame,
In Saturn's embrace, we find solace in the same.

But he, the handsome one, part of a gang,
And I, a mere poet, with verses that hang.
Our worlds collide, in a dance of forbidden desire,
A love that burns, fueled by passion's fire.

So, my heart weeps, for a love not meant to be,
For I am but a shadow, he will never see.
I'll cherish the moments, in secret, we have shared,
But in my dreams, I'll forever be ensnared