It has a beauty of its own. Doesn't it?
The tears,
running deep inside.
The uncertainity,
the not-knowing,
the grieving eyes
closing for eternities.
Eternities which pass by in seconds,
in which tears struggle
to come out.
Freezing inside,
they hold themselves back.
They resist
the deep moment of explosion,
of deep sorrow,
of longing,
of loss,
of heartbreak,
of never understanding,
The utter darkness feels euphoric.
Filled with nostalgia,
the heart shatters and cries,
Tears run down my face.
Smiling, I open my eyes
Shining and glistening,
I am reborn.
Sadness is deep.
It has a beauty of its own.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PuisiIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
