But love, that word,
In a city where love goes by the name of every street,
Every house, every apartment,
Of every room, of every bed.
Of all the dreams,
Of everything forgotten,
Of every memory.
My love,
I don’t love you because of me, or you, or both of us.
I don’t love you because the blood calls me to love you.
I love you because you’re not mine.
Because you’re on the other side.
Tag: Sad love poem
OUR FAVOURITE SONG
OUR FAVOURITE SONG
I wish i could see you one more time,
Just hearing your name makes me realize,
How much meaning you added to my life.
Each time i try to forget about you and move on,
Our favourite song comes up on the radio,
And listening to it alone,
Makes me realize just how much I miss you.
I dream of hearing your voice everyday,
But reality dawns a rainy day,
And now I’m,
Sadness, tears and blues.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,
But death gave you no choice,
Snatching you away from me.
Your soul appears to me everyday,
Telling me everything is fine and i should move on,
But i wish i was dead,
So we could listen to our favorite song together,
In a better place.
– Author Of Pain.
I Miss The Days
Broken Tears
I cry myself to sleep tonight,
Wishing I could change the past,
I try to convince myself,
But the truth is so clear.
You said you’ll love me forever,
But forever to you meant only a minute,
I had given all of my heart to you,
But you stomp on it like a door mat,
You wounded me so much,
But wounds do heal and mine would heal.
I no longer have the habit of wanting you around,
Without you I’m at peace,
The love I had for you has faded,
But why do this tears, keep pouring down my face?
Why do I cry myself to sleep every night?
You are just another pain in my heart,
But why do I still miss you?
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Hatred For Love
This thing called love, it can be so cold, It can be miserable, Or it can be beautiful. Sometimes it’s amazing
Sometimes it’s crazy. This thing called love. love is like a drug that everybody uses, You wanna know the outcome, Depends on how you use it, And some would say it’s tragic Some say it’s beautiful, Some say it’s black and it’s dark Like a funeral. Some would die for it, Some don’t think it’s even real. Some say they understand, But don’t know how it feels. Love could be your best friend. Love can be your enemy. Love can be the thing you wish you had, But you don’t ever see. I’m gonna sugarcoat it. Yeah, sometimes it might surround you. One minute it’s saving you. Next it’s trying to drown you Some people want to show it, But were never taught how to And some of us is searching for it Feeling like it never found you.
love is like a privilege, A lot of us abuse it. Do with it what we want, And start crying when we lose it. Pretend that it ain’t nothing to us, Pretend like it’s useless. We don’t know why we do this. But yet, we still pursue it. Love, it can consume you, Turn you into something else. Bury the real you so deep. That you can’t even find yourself. Love, it can change you. Love, it can tear you down, Be the best thing you ever had, And kick you on the ground. I don’t think it’s invisible. But I know that it’s blind
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Author Of Pain Real Poetry 