My Lost True Love. ~~~~~~~~ (An Original Poetry)

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My Lost True Love. ~~~~~~~~~~



Our letters were thrifty,
sparing no metaphors
of how immortal our love became,
in an eye's twinkle
we voyaged into eternity
and our hearts travelled,
riding on hope,
galloping Into the sunset.

My one true love,
of whom I've conquered
many many colossus,
how is it that we are here?
on shallow ground,
with me, on bent knees?
strangers at attitude?
after reaching multiple altitudes?

Have i not reach Kilimanjaro?
where the spirit is broken
and blisters are all that's left,
of a vibrant emotion?
have I not promised a dreamy tomorrow?
roses and lilies,
and sugar cakes and berries?

For epic pencils,
shall tell epic tales,
on crumpled papers
where your messages are dotted
to sting my eyes,
I cling like a stingy miser
to moments that sticks like glue,
and come flashing by
leaving me in carcasses of regret

Oh, my lost true love,
circumference shall not measure,
the inch of your betrayal,
for it stretches too far,
like endless rainbows
to the farthest corners of the earth
stinking repulsively
without any comparison,

For goodbye now,
to wasted minutes,
that seemed like decades
of frugal façade.
for my hands will no longer dance,
not a chance,
on this sweet lovely beaches,
where we watch the waters
bending violently and flustering
upon our bodies
goodbye now.



Written By @Josediccus

23/5/2020



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It has so many feelings inside this poem and it hurts me when I read them. I admire your writings. ^^

Sad poem.. decades of frugal facades.. nice rhymes. There are some things I wish for and one of them is a word bank in my head. Did you go through a break up ? How are you able to come up with such a ad poem. Dope poen