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Oct 2013
To love without fear must be a blessing, that only a few can have the opportunity of knowing, or in fact, feeling. To love without doubt must be heaven, knowing there is someone who is cherishing every part of your heart, promising not to break it apart. To love and to know that your heart is safe, that's one of the best feelings there is, knowing that you found your other half, the person who makes you feel complete. Never known the feeling, but I have felt it, before it was snatched, taken from my hands, and misplaced. It was not the only thing I lost, I also lost myself while trying to love, while trying to be ''the one'' to captivate a fellow heart, to cherish it with all of mine, but as time went on, I knew it wouldn't last, although my heart wanted it to, it was my only wish. I spent so much time, dedicating myself to this one, how could I forget? You can't rewind, or change the past, you're stuck with the memories, the ones you had hoped would reach the present, but before you had the chance to think, the bond between the hearts suddenly collapsed, and you were left wondering what could have been, what should have occured, what shouldn't have changed, what should have remained. It's funny, when I think of love, I imagined happily ever after, breath taken away by the angel above, a bond that would last, hopefully forever. These days, when I think of love, I feel a pain in my heart, a reminder of the bliss that once tore me apart, the bliss I would have died for, just to keep your heart safe away from life's terror and bittersweet wonder. I have so much to give, but no one to give it to, the only person who I felt should have it, was you. But since I don't have much luck, I'll keep my heart under wraps. Who knows, maybe one day I can steal your heart like you stole mine, all those days ago.
© Natali Veronica 2013.

decided to vent through poetry.
I'm sure most people can relate to this.
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