He will never get over losing her
Why should he?
She was the best that ever happened to him
He was free back then
The world on a string
With hope and clarity
But it all came crashing down
Take a look
No more fancy-free
He remembers the passion
Her knowing looks
The bonhomie
He's not the same old guy
He lost a piece of his heart
She's not coming back
It's misery

Here is the photo he took of her
It's a study to delight
That winsome smile
The sparkling eyes
Taken when things were right
He's frozen for a moment
Reveling in that time
But memories only go so far
Love can be unkind

He won't get over her
His love will never die
The best is in the past
Hear his lonesome cry

Rebel Heart Sep 17

Sometimes,
There's more said
In the
silence
Than in
These broken
words

I say too much in the silence
Because no matter how hard I try there never will be enough words in the world to describe my feelings...
Jamie Sep 14

I often think
About what I was
For you

To come back
As if
No time had passed

A little pick me up
When you felt alone
Or just to kill time

It's my fault
For letting you do
What you did

But I should have said
And if I did
Who knows

Maybe we would
Call it
Our bed

Elin Roberts Sep 6

i'm sorry i'm not so...
talkative, today.

when my voice tries to say things
all i hear is your name
and all i feel is this pain
cold and harsh like the rain
dripping down my window pane

all i've felt is pain really
since you said goodbye, again

and this time i can't pretend
that it's not getting harder and harder
when i try not to cry
when i see your face
pop up in this space
i feel so out of place

like a balloon in the sky

deja vu

One More Wrinkle On The Upper Lip

Yup,
One more wrinkle on the upper lip!
I quip you not.
It came this morning
Like a ship on the horizon, showing up
A shapeless form from out the blue.
What shall I do?
I’m much too old and used to lines
To be the type that whines;
Too old and worldly wise
To be one who modifies a truth.
“You have no longer youth - the truth.
You can’t expect a skin youth-smooth.
Be glad that you can see reflections
Looking back at you
                                 at all.”
I left the mirror on the wall
And went to yoga.

Be thankful that you can see it, said my friend".

One More Wrinkle On The Upper Lip 9.1.2017
Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Woman II;
Arlene Corwin

"Be thankful that you can see it," said my friend.
Madeon Aug 27

Difficult is the first meeting
When nothing to say
And the last
When everything is said

Arcassin B Aug 24

By Arcassin Burnham


Is Anyone Gonna Forgive,
All the things you've done,you can't replaced.

Is Anyone Gonna Remember,
All the things you've said,can't be unsaid.

Are you throwing shade that you never get,
Feeling the sunlight burn off your eyelids.

Noone will forget that mess you made,
It was all your fault,no time for tears.

Is it?
Is it worth it being so cruel?
Is it?
Walking all over people you now miss,
when they turned their backs it wasn't cool was it?

Gonna have to pay for your trickery and lies,
Your real feelings were in disguise,
You could tell them all you'd like,
they'll never listen.

Is Anyone Gonna Forgive,
All the things you've done,you can't replaced.

©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/unknown-26.html
elise Aug 10

Handle with care
It said
On the side of that box
Tend caution
It said
Printed onto that sticker
Fragile
It said
Labels on the glass
This side up
It said
Just underneath the arrows
Pointing to the sky

Breakable
It said
Only after I had been broken

Likely to burst
Lydia Aug 10

Sometimes I think about you
I wonder if you think I just go on with my day to day life, never a thought of you crossing my mind

Some days I can
not think about you or your voice or where you are;
how you're doing

Most days things cross my mind  

like all the beautiful things you said to me
and I don't mean the compliments, I mean the way you spoke about life,
how you're voice floated to me like the nicest sound Id ever heard

I think about how you were nice to me,
nicer than anyone ever has been
How your soul was sad like mine, the way your eyes searched for something

You told me once how it felt so good that you had found me
like you had waited your whole life for me
You always said things like that,
no one else has ever said anything like that to me

I think a lot about the pretty things you loved to tell me

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