I still remember the red ribbon
Hanging by my old window sill
That you tied as a token of love
Its absence is breaking my willI close my eyes to the sun rays
For I'm used to livin' in the dark
I always knew that I was a cage
While you were a soaring larkI held you back from spotlights
And snatched away your glory
Being too selfish, I hid you here
Just to weave our broken storyI wanted to own your existence
Each melody of your heart beat
Every one of your fragile breath
All the kisses stolen in the streetGlorious days in blinding lights
Magical nights filled with fame
I wanted my traces on all of this
I needed you above your nameI suffocated you every moment
Still, you struggled to hold it all
To keep me satisfied and happy
While fighting against that fallNow, when you're gone long ago
I realise that you tried and tried
It's my fault, I couldn't share you
I took your glee while you criedMy soul breaks and shatters now
I feel your pain and suffocation
Diving into cruel waves of regret
I spend my days waiting at stationOh return, I've learned my lesson
That true love is all about caring
No holding back and owning it all
Now I know, it's all about sharing
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...