So many people In this life deserve to be loved, and have so much to give, but life can be cruel, In that sometimes they just don't get a chance Which was very true for me, till I met Helen, having a background of child abuse, she was the only one who gave a chance, I remember saying to her I'd never been loved and therefore knew not how to love Helen reply simply does It not matter I love you, and for the first time In my life I knew what love was To live without love Is a lonely place to be everybody deserves a chance at love
So many people In life are so deserving of love but life can be cruel In that they don't get a chance so unfair
Tattered and bruised, feeling used. Let the dust settle, and wonder where I am, where you last left me. Kept me in the dark long enough for me to understand that I don't need the light. The dust has sealed tight upon my skin.
Yet again, I feel the doubt filling in my pigments. Are you different? Forgiveness is something I've longed for, what right do I have to ***** it from you. Am I different? How many times must I forgive you? Am I truly deserving of that forgiveness as you are? Are we the same?
The poems I write are written to my wife as my personal tribute to her, I ask nobody to feel sorry for me, but only to feel sorrow for her, she was a beautiful wife In oh so many ways not just talking about looks, but from deep within a heart of gold never refused anybody help, she deserved so much more than sometimes others gave credit for
This this poem Is written and all my other poems especially for anybody who may have jost joined this site as a tributes to my late wife to keep her memories of alive as promised In life
you deserve nothing but the world you deserve to be in a place where the only thing you feel is love happiness and support you deserve to have people in you life who make you feel like everything will be okay you deserve to feel like you can be the most genuine version of yourself and not give a **** about what anyone else thinks
My memories with you... I buried it thousands of feet, yet I still remember everything. But it's okay I will soon get over of it. I will soon forget about you. If the both of you deserves each other, then I too deserve so much more.
In the end, we are left with nothing, But echoes of lies. False “I love yous” dance in your mind. Memories tear at your heart. Constant reminders that you will Never have what you had again. This pain overflows your body. It is engraved in your bones and flows throughout your veins.
It is excruciating, yet necessary It assures you that you are alive And if you are capable of tolerating this pain, You are more than capable and deserving of love.