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The saddest thing is that I no longer feel the pain of someone leaving me. I'm used to it.
Candice Mar 2016
all the pain was because of you,
all the sacrifices and love that's true.

I hope that I can be yours too,
for you're the only song I'd like to listen to.

the message of yours is clear,
it's okay to lose me and you're not in fear.

you're my saddest song, the one and only,
and I'll love the whole you endlessly.

you're the last song I'd like to feel,
and the last song I'd love to hear.

I'll be your forever lover,
a lover that you won't even remember.
Hi.
kyle Shirley Aug 2015
You pull me in close at night like you never left, its beautiful, and you feel the happiness too.
Come morning your mind fills with regret, your heart became weak in the night, longing for escape from the loneliness.
I call, you show, we talked, I kissed, we held each other, my heart reconnected to its other half, a feeling of warmth and completeness rushes over my body like a river over the rock bottom, I made love to you in my most true form, ego and self righteous set aside for you, to take me how I am.
Your morning text, tells a different story, forbidden love, you call it. A rush of passion due to us never to be together.
you need to find yourself and I am no longer a plan for your future. I know what I feel, and I know you feel it too... Ill hurt myself steping into your fire again and again, to prove that you belong with me. I would think the night was a dream, but you left yourself here, a bobby pin, something so small to prove to me that you and I are real. Soon ill be impervious to your pain, and you will stop hiding and running from your feelings,  this jackal you have become will hide no more.
Stop thinking and let your heart be your guide,
We accept the love we think we deserve.
Myriah Jul 2015
I feel so empty today.
Sometimes I wish
I could stand here and
Fade away.
So that no one could
see the tears running
down my face.
Ash Saveman May 2015
The tears of a final farewell are the saddest of them all.
Ellie Geneve Nov 2014
You once asked me
what I'd do
if you asked me to stop being friends
with you

I said
- "I'd ask why,
and I'd feel sad"
- "I'd never be the
same person again"
- "But I can't really force someone
to be my friend"

You thought
I needed to fight more
for you

and then you said
"Know that will never happen."
"I would never ask you to stop being friends."

You never did,
You just left.

I'm no longer the same person

So I guess,
in a way
we both kept
our words.
aar505n May 2014
Thought I must be in a dream.
when you sang me the sweetest music.
It was was then that i fell in love.
When you took me to your home,
Signing about hope.
For once, I wasn't occupied by sorrow.

Lets listen to more of your music.
While we rest in your home.
Together fighting of sorrow.  
Only focusing on our hopes.
Thinking of our summer love.
And talking about our dreams.

See I've been working on a high hope.
That maybe we have a shot for more than love.
So Lets write some music.
That will stop us dwelling on sorrow.
We'll sing a song about our wildest dreams.
And maybe this will be our home.

We can do what we like in our home.
Wasn't that our biggest hope?
Wasn't that our brightest dream?
Can't you see it, my love?
A place without sorrow.
Where we can play our music.

There is nothing stronger than our love.
And we won't give into sorrow.
For as long as we are together, we dream.
Waiting for the baby to join this happy home.
We write new joyous music.
And it is a reality, our biggest hope

But sometimes you lose the fight against sorrow.
And nothing is like what was in your dream.
It did nothing having hope.
Disappointment moved into our home.
I never thought it would end like this, my love.

So now sorrow takes your place in this home.
There is no more hope, i have no more dreams.
Because you see my love is gone, and now I write only the saddest of music.
This is a sestina I wrote, 6 stanzas of six lines with alternating fixed endings and then the last stanza is only three lines. My words were dream, home, hope, love, music and sorrow

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