Thursday, 22 August 2019

Of what once was


There might come a phase
When there will be a you
And I 
And nothing to say
We might have separated
In our individualistic ways

But we will stay
In memories
With the gnawing ache...
And with pieces
Of each other

What you mean to me
The ink of the night cannot write
For I have inked you
In my heart

Melancholy will drape my soul
When we are no longer together
My ladened heart will seek you
Only you

For, I will still love you
Even when you aren't mine.

©LR

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