Nostalgia is akin to sadness
It's not fair for your memory to be burned into mine
It's as if someone took a hot iron and splayed it across my head
With the constant reminder of your presence
How do you expect me to move on?
Your love isn't mine anymore yet I still feel it
A constant roaring tide rising and falling
It always falls because
I will never truly be with you again
No matter how much I may dream of those days
You made the decision to leave
And maybe you were right in going
But the way I am now does not feel right either
For I am the most melancholy I have ever been
Nostalgia is akin to sadness
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Poems by a Lost Girl
PoetryI have a lot of thoughts; sometimes I just need a place to express them. This will be a collection of poems by me. So, thank you - for listening. It helps more than you know. W A R N I N G: Some poems may have dark themes Copyright © 2017 by that_sh...
