To love, to hope, to truly be loved.
Will it be tomorrow, next month, next year or has it already happened.
Our mistakes are supposed to make us stronger so why do I feel so weak.
The pain in my heart is almost unbearable.
When I see you I get flashbacks of the good and the bad.
Seeing these makes me upset and sad at all the mistakes that ripped us apart.
And made us no longer an item.
At times I find myself dreaming of you, wishing you were with me.
Then I remember that this could never be cause we have both moved on.
So now I am left hoping and wishing for the moment when I can truly be loved again.
danielle, your poems are very sweet and kindred. keep on writing- express your pain more and more- you;ll be surprised at how much you'll grow...these both are very good and are steps! everything is a step.
ReplyDeleteYour poems are touching. I can almost feel your pain. My favorite line would have to be "Our mistakes are supposed to make us stronger so why do I feel so weak."
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