I remember how you used to say "if," As if our love was just a myth. "If we'll live together, if we'll do this,"
Uncertainty felt like a cold kiss.
For me, "if" was never a choice, It was always "when," a confident voice. When we will meet, when we will see,
Because you were always meant for me.
You said I'd never understand the pain Of being left alone in the rain.
But how did you not see, my dear,
You made my worst fears appear.
You felt guilty for causing harm, But what about my trust, my calm?
Oh God, how do I accept the truth,
That the version of you was never proof?
If I stop missing you, will the thread snap?
Will I lose us forever, fall into the gap?
Am I not strong enough to let go?
I wonder if you ever feel this, know.
All the dreams we had, do you recall?
Do they haunt you, or not at all?
You wanted to save me, be my guide,
But forgot to save me from your side.
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Whispers of the Heart
Poetry"Whispers of the Heart" is a collection of poems written during moments of sadness and times when I couldn't express my feelings. Each poem captures these emotions and thoughts, offering a glimpse into my heart. Join me on this journey through words...
