At first, others' pain seemed like a mystery,
I thought it was all just a fantasy.
Believed hearts could easily heal,
But love's wounds were all too real.
Moving on felt like a distant dream,
Ice cream or a dress, a fleeting gleam.
Destiny played its hand, I lost the bet,
Heartbreak and hesitation, a new duet.
Suddenly, I felt out of place,
Embracing love's unexpected grace.
Unknowingly, I ventured into the unknown,
Love's joy and pain, fully shown.
Gazing at the starlit sky with a grin,
Our names written in a celestial spin.
But one night, tears clouded my view,
The sky painted with a somber hue.
Now I see,
Pillow damp with tears set free,
Stars hiding in the night's embrace,
Room filled with silent grace,
pen held tight, pouring out my pain,
Love's journey, a bittersweet gain.
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DEAR SELF,
PoetryHear love's bittersweet song, Loss and discovery, where hearts belong. Through verses deep, emotions unfold, A journey of self, in stories untold. Join this odyssey of love and strife, In "Dear Self," find the essence of self-love. (A collection of...
