Today is my birthday and I abhor today.
I wish today didn't happen.
For I lost Mine today,
As I lost Hope today.
Today drowns me in my own tears.
Today, a part of my soul died.
I hope today isn't my reality.
I hope today is just a dream.
If a phase is just a dream, then I don't want to wake up anymore.
For in that dream, she's with me,
And in that dream I am alive
In that dream, there was us.
You are love and you did nothing but loved me with your everything.
I am pain that brings you suffering and your never ending tears.
If because of me you're caged in pain, then I'll let you fly away.
I love loving you, even if it is painful, because you're worth my pain.
This is a poem from my book titled The Only Hope for Me is You. Chapter 64.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Under the Stars I Write
Poesia[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
