Tonight, I am opening up a wine,
With a glass that is as empty and fragile like my heart.
Tonight, I will tell you why it hurts!
My heart is a mess,
I no longer know where it hurts
But
I do know why it hurts,
Why it is still hurting.
When you love someone,
The biggest fear is losing them, not to someone else but to God.
I lost someone I loved with all my heart to God.
I will forever remember the cruel God, who took him away.
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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.
