two lights in the sky
and a mellow cry
of a lover who died;
unintentionally lied.
can’t i just deal with the fact that she is dead?
okay, she now dances on somebody else’s mind,
but still i suffer, ‘cause to this day, i think that’s she’s one of a kind.
and a mellow sigh
of a lover she lied to.
i wonder if she cried too.
who else will stick by me to the very fucking end?
i mean, i’m not insisting, but if she made up her mind,
i wouldn’t suffer half as much, and wouldn’t have to look behind
no more.
Luka.
lovely poem
Thanks!
Grate work. I love the mood.
Thank you! :)
@lukakorba this is an amazing poem. Love the part where you made mention of "why do i always make up scenerio in my head" i think we all do that at times. Which is really cool cause you're kinna confused at that point in time. Thanks for sharing tho. 👍 U have my upvote.
Thank you so much! I think we all tend to fall into a trap of molding a reality around us because of a certain affection, which sometimes backfires and leaves wounds. Thank you once again. :)