the agony
from the moment lovers separate
feeling each will become someone else
knowing it's the last time they will hold each other
and never to remember exactly how it felt...
how absurd this world becomes when,
by some odd or even fate,
there are those
who ride away on white ponies with flowers in their hair
and those
who must fly with undeveloped wings and curse the wind.
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3 thoughts:
and so be it... true your words, blessing in disguise??? *hopefully*
So true, often the reality is far different to the fairy tale. But you must ask yourself, would we want it any other way? This is a wonderful poem indeed.
I don't like this. It's too sad and breaks my heart. I have felt it one too many times. No one should feel this way, ever.
(Not that I don't like the poem, because the poem is very well written and beautiful as all yours are...)
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