On a sunny afternoon,
you knocked my heart
Without warning,
you entered
You had nothing to offer,
Yet I accepted you warmly.
My heart,
though tender
Loved you ferociously.
My soul though unmatured
Knew it would hurt
if you were to leave.
But when you left,
it killed me.
My heart,
foolishly wanted to hold you again.
My body yearned for yours.
My soul tired yet
unwilling to give up,
Fought for you to come back home,
To Me.
And yet you returned,
like in the movies,
You came back like how
the leaves would come back
after harsh winter.
But this time,
My heart is no longer tender,
my soul is far beyond mature,
and
I am tired yet loving you.
My heart is merely beating but
it hurts.
I am loving you with
all my wounds and
It will be us in the end.
It will always be Us.
I love you so much,
let's be each others last.
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PoetryPoems and tales that will remind you of how much you are actually living and hurting. Some realistic poetry. Actually not a good writer but do leave some feed backs for me.
