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Mary Frances Aug 2019
Parting is always painful.
It all ends with a goodbye.
May it be said or not,
or its reason, a truth or lie.

Parting is always painful,
for you'll never know when you'll meet again.
May it be soon or never at all,
you'll always hope, anticipate,
no matter how small.

Parting is always painful.
Especially when the last you'll see is a smile.
Hiding the hurt, the regrets, the miles,
Giving an illusive dream you'll see it again
though you know that won't happen.
Mary Frances Aug 2019
I've been asking every time I fall asleep,
that when I close my eyes, will I still be in one's heart to keep?
When tomorrow comes and I won't be awake,
will there be someone who'll cry for my sake?
If at the middle of the day, I will suddenly fall,
is there anyone who'll answer my last cry and call?
When everything is done and in time, I'll be gone,
will you remember the moment when I was your beloved one?
Mary Frances Jul 2019
I haven't looked back after letting go of your hand.
It was a promise that you made me do.
I've kept that promise in every step away from you.
I've kept that promise in every tear I cried for you.
I've kept that promise in every moment I was missing you.
I've kept that promise hoping it would lead me back to you.
Mary Frances Jul 2019
Your radiance blinded my eyes
yet they didn't hurt.
Your words pierced my heart
yet I did not bleed.
Your fire set my soul ablaze
but I wasn't burned.
Your chains held me to the ground
but they made me soar higher.
This is the kind of love you give:
complex yet affable,
resilient yet comforting,
agonizing yet appealing.
Mary Frances Apr 2019
People thought it only existed in fairy tales.
She found it cliché.
He brushed off the very thought of it.
But then it happened.
They happened.
We happened.
And we never expected it.
Mary Frances Mar 2019
The Universe knew your love was right.
Yet, it's the same Universe that made the time wrong.
Mary Frances Feb 2019
We both ask each other how we are, if we are okay, if we are fine.
We ask those standard questions to cover the ones we want to say. Until one of us slips and strips those words with their own facade.
We have moved on with our lives.
That's for sure.
But we haven't moved on from the feelings, have we?
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