Never did I see a vision
of having you in my life, but
allow me to claim you as mine.
Your flaws, your laughter,
your psychedelic voice,
your scars are only mine
to recognize for my eyes
are the window to all your
imperfections that reside inside.
How I wish your eyes are
also the window to mine.
Yet never did I see a vision
of holding your hands with mine,
but allow me to keep these ray
of feelings you are giving me
as of this fleeting time,
because anytime soon these feelings
will eventually learn how to fade
by its own and accept the fate that
you are mine but I am not yours.
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Blued Lines
PoesieTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
