Like every great love story,
You appeared with roses and chocolates in hand,
Gifts and tales that always made me laugh,
A bright yellow umbrella shielding us from the rain,
And a radiant smile lighting up even the sunniest days.
You seemed flawless, a reflection of my own desires,
Both of us bound by a shared sense of isolation.
I yearned for a companion, a forever bond,
And in my naïveté, I believed that companion was you.
Our words flowed easily, yet beneath the surface,
I fell deeply, with a force that shattered me entirely.
Yet, like many in love,
I played the part of indifferent, as if you were nothing to me.
I can't pinpoint when I fell or how.
Was it that day we finally spoke?
Or the moment you stood guard, offering me protection?
Or was it some other day? In the end,
It hardly matters now.
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Silent ruins
Poetry"Silent Ruins" is a poignant reflection on lost love, likening a once-vibrant relationship to abandoned, decaying structures. The poem captures the desolate beauty of emotional remnants, where memories linger like echoes in the emptiness. Through it...
