I have never loved anyone as much I have loved you,
My intentions were pious, my feelings were true,
As I think back at all the times, the memories pass before my eyes,
The flings end and are forgotten but the love that was true never dies,
There came many after you but your thought was always in my head,
Still sometimes I think about you when I sleep alone in my bed,
I often wonder if you are also thinking of me and do you cry,
Do you still hold on my things, would you come back, would you try,
I will forgive you and forget and I will hug you tight and I will kiss you deep,
The sun will shine on us, as ours eyes will meet as we begin to weep,
The fate has played a mortal game with us, the destiny brought pain,
We are wandering on our seprate paths, lost in this november rain.
Posted on October 2, 2014, in Life and Experiences, Poetry and tagged alone, blog, broken, cries, cry, escape, fate, game, hate, her, hurt, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, memories, memory, november rain, pain, past, poem, present, rain, she, trapped. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.