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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