My poem is about holding people back. I held back a past love, and therefore, I lost him.
But even though we lose someone, it doesn't mean they can't be in our thoughts.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Lost Love Poems
Thinking
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Thinking. Can't stop thinking. Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day. That dream was mine. A utopian dream. Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree. Pointy, like a star, you shone. So bright, yet not shining as a star would, But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard. You would not show off like a star. Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively - you were a star in my eyes. But like all stars, you died. That gas was gone. No pull between us. The atmosphere was dry and I began to choke. I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor, drunken mother - I did not know what was happening. Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat. Wondering. The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning. |
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