Funeral
I dug a grave within my heart
And buried nothing there—
Not even the faintest memory,
Every moment rooted deep,
I cannot tear away;
Not in a thousand years could I
Erase the past's replay.
A part of me still longs for you,
For warmth and days gone by,
Though it was that very part
That saw you say goodbye.
I'm a fool to think I could
Lay you down and let you rest,
When it's this very part of me
That mourns you with unrest.
Nafs_penxx
YOU ARE READING
Unsent letters to him
PoesiaEmbark on a poignant journey of unrequited emotions and tender vulnerability with nafs_penxx's evocative poetry collection. This intimate anthology whispers secrets of the heart, laying bare the ache of longing and the beauty of love. Through tender...
