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These sunny, summer days remind me of you. They remind me of the wonderful days you spent                  in my arms and in my heart. Oh, I would give anything to make this explosive                  nostalgia reality once again. I need only one more day with you; But, hell? who am I kidding? One day is not enough. A lifetime isn't enough with someone who amounts                 to such an incredulous beauty as                 yourself. I can't help but miss you dearly. I can't help but to cry. I can't help but ponder on your permanent departure                  from the physical realm that we know                  as LIFE. I should be proud of you -- well, I am -- but my arrogance                 tells me to mourn; so what do I do? I mourn, and I mourn, and I mourn some more. I am struck by the mourningful remembrance of your eccentric                  existence and of my experience with it. But I know that one day all of these memories will bring upon                 the polar opposite of the feelings they                 trigger today. That is Happiness. I will be happy. As a matter of fact, I am happy. I am happy that your everlasting fight was began, was                  endured, and was ended with a smile. I am happy for the cease of your suffering. I am happy that you are no longer a victim for the trauma                  that comes with living. I am happy for the infinite hearts and souls that you touched                 with your aspiring inspiration. I am happy to have, at a point in time, been one of the few and                  only who you encased in your affectionate                  passion, and ,with a bit of luck, changed my                  life forever. But to speak the least, I am happy for YOU Breathe Easy Alexandria
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Breathe Easy Alexandria
These sunny, summer days remind me of you. They remind me of the wonderful days you spent                  in my arms and in my heart. Oh, I would give anything to make this explosive                  nostalgia reality once again. I need only one more day with you; But, hell? who am I kidding? One day is not enough. A lifetime isn't enough with someone who amounts                 to such an incredulous beauty as                 yourself. I can't help but miss you dearly. I can't help but to cry. I can't help but ponder on your permanent departure                  from the physical realm that we know                  as LIFE. I should be proud of you -- well, I am -- but my arrogance                 tells me to mourn; so what do I do? I mourn, and I mourn, and I mourn some more. I am struck by the mourningful remembrance of your eccentric                  existence and of my experience with it. But I know that one day all of these memories will bring upon                 the polar opposite of the feelings they                 trigger today. That is Happiness. I will be happy. As a matter of fact, I am happy. I am happy that your everlasting fight was began, was                  endured, and was ended with a smile. I am happy for the cease of your suffering. I am happy that you are no longer a victim for the trauma                  that comes with living. I am happy for the infinite hearts and souls that you touched                 with your aspiring inspiration. I am happy to have, at a point in time, been one of the few and                  only who you encased in your affectionate                  passion, and ,with a bit of luck, changed my                  life forever. But to speak the least, I am happy for YOU Breathe Easy Alexandria
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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