Some times I wonder
what would it be like
to touch you once again?
To get a glimpse of
your tender heart,
to see your eyes filled with sunlight?
They say old loves
never die
but I get the sense
it is not so.
Instead they get stuck
in the purgatory of souls,
they resurface in between
the new moon and the old.
what would it be like
to touch you once again?
To get a glimpse of
your tender heart,
to see your eyes filled with sunlight?
They say old loves
never die
but I get the sense
it is not so.
Instead they get stuck
in the purgatory of souls,
they resurface in between
the new moon and the old.
Another beautiful and melancholy poem. Sometimes all that remains is a memory.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήSometimes not even that.
ΔιαγραφήThank you for the encouragement.
Purgatory. Seems like a good place to send an old love to. And they can resurrect when they wish. Love your poetry.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήThank you so much for your kind words.
ΔιαγραφήI hope I'll have time soon to read more of your writing (properly and not in a rushed manner.)