I have never held her;
But why does it have to feel like I lost her?
In all of the mornings that sun rays touch my body; and she is not here
To sprinkle on my cheeks --- her kisses
Tied along with her brightful smile.
Does it have to feel like I lost her?
In all the evenings that the moon looks
Through my eyes,
Only to remember she never looked
At me once.
Never in that way: never even
In any other way.
Does in this way I have to feel
The loneliness of the night?
Does it have to tear me apart?
Does it have to break my heart?
Does it have to feel like I lost her
To write like I lost her? in every sheet
Of paper i used to write to?
In all of the lifetimes
I used to live to?
Does it have to feel like she had slipped out
Of my hands, for all my life, when I never had
Held her once?
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PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
