Thought You Were My Forever

“Wait”, beseech I to his retreating frame
“Trust me dear! My love is no game!”
But long gone was he, I should have known
Seeds of doubt weren’t in a day sown.

My castles of happiness and dreams unborn
Come tumbling down in a moment of scorn
Fault not mine, be the cause for this
But that of whispering lying lips

From whence we drifted, pray tell me how
Such cruel blow despite years in love?
Wisps of memories thread a forsaken song
“Hold back the tears! Stay calm and strong!”

Feels fresh as snow upon crisp green grass,
That first kiss we shared in art class.
You’ve left me now with nothing to hold
Breathless, strangled by icy fingers cold.

Clinging to the mellow words of warmth,
From the past, washed away in these storms.
All but remains, your voice, haunting my ear

“I love you no more. Do you hear?”

Comments

  1. Anonymous27 May 2017 at 18:53

    What a sad matter.....
    What you have written here applies to many persons. For whom you have written these blogs is not understood.
    You love him so much. So cannot you tell your all problem and matter to him after meeting him? Cannot you call him and tell this also?
    How many times have you moved with him? How much time have you spent with him? For a good and understanding relation to be build in, it requires time spend with each other more. Did not you try to make a good understanding relation with him by spending time with him, by moving with him? If you have that much of understanding with you, you need not to write blogs for this to communicate but you could directly talk with him.
    Many other persons have hurdles as you have hurdles. For a relation to be build up it requires equal interests for both and if one of them is not interested a relation cannot be build up. So for a relation to be build both of them should work and approach equally and it should not be that only one needs to only approach.
    Tell a time and venue so that a meeting can happen and a discussion can happen instead of a discussion through blog. It does not make sense to waste time by creating fallacies and misunderstanding.

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