Few people are like a good book,
We read them, get lost in their story.
The moments feel alive and warm,
But when it ends, we put them back on the shelf.
I was lucky to have known her,
Meeting her was a blessing beyond measure.
Her presence was a bright light,
Nothing of her I will ever delete.
She never chose me, and I never forced,
Yet I could not forget, could not hate.
I loved the one who could not love me back,
And that distance only made my heart pain more.
I never knew nature could punish,
By sending her to me only to take her away.
Losing her from this life,
Pushed me deep into grief I could not escape.
All her memories bring a tender warmth,
No more pain, No more longing.
Now she lives quietly, gracefully,
Deep in my heart where she will always stay.
She is someone my heart
Will always miss and never truly forget.
SOMETIMES I FEEL JEALOUS OF MYSELF,
I HATE MY OWN HEART FOR LOVING HER SO MUCH.
We read them, get lost in their story.
The moments feel alive and warm,
But when it ends, we put them back on the shelf.
I was lucky to have known her,
Meeting her was a blessing beyond measure.
Her presence was a bright light,
Nothing of her I will ever delete.
She never chose me, and I never forced,
Yet I could not forget, could not hate.
I loved the one who could not love me back,
And that distance only made my heart pain more.
I never knew nature could punish,
By sending her to me only to take her away.
Losing her from this life,
Pushed me deep into grief I could not escape.
All her memories bring a tender warmth,
No more pain, No more longing.
Now she lives quietly, gracefully,
Deep in my heart where she will always stay.
She is someone my heart
Will always miss and never truly forget.
SOMETIMES I FEEL JEALOUS OF MYSELF,
I HATE MY OWN HEART FOR LOVING HER SO MUCH.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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