Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I know you'll never be MINE...
But I'll still do my best for you. You're worth it and I'd rather not wonder how things could've been...
The feeling, when someone we love, drifts away,
Like A balloon, Loose floating to the sky,
To A destination, who knows where,
I’ll always have colorful memories,
As I travel alone, and stare.

The original: Tom Maxwell ©8/9/2021AD
The spring,
Flowers Magic
Spreads fragrance all around,
Pain of separation pangs hearts,
The Love
an impulse flight ticket to her city
to catch her off-guard

a bag of hurriedly packed clothes
and once-promised gifts

and a moment of doubtful clarity
willfully ignored as I climb onto the plane

all of this to prove to her
that i’m all hers
Next page