It was a grace. A blessing. To meet him was a coincidence. To know
him was an excitement. To be loved by him was a miracle. To be left
alone by him was a havoc. Mourning was everything I can do, crying
small beads of tears out of the swollen eyes. Left alone to
celebrate my pain. Trying to save myself out of desperation,
grabbing on the edge of the cliff to keep myself for falling.
Falling too hard for you. I watched myself bleeding, praying,
screaming for a small ray of light, for another miracle to happen.
For another chance of living with your love. I, Alone, struggling
with every last drop of hope left in my heart, with dragged feet
and faint breath, walking in a long road of desperation, trying to
find a miracle. For you to be there again. For every kiss you can
blow, for every laugh you can give, for every sweet words I can
hear again, filling my days, warming my heart. I've always loved
you more than I can ever scream.
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