"I Am Lost", Loss, Love, Original Poetry

Seed of Doubt

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A seed of doubt,
thoughts unspoken…
all it took,
for our love story to be broken.

@the_wildwolf
reflection

How many people can relate to this break up poem? Relate to having had unspoken words that have broken their love. At the time we feel that if thoughts had been spoken, that maybe they could have changed everything. However, who is to say that there isn’t a more truer love story destined for you in the future?

"I Am Lost", Loss, Love, Original Poetry

The Past Demons of Love

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His words caressed my mind,​
His touch shivered my spine,​
His arms comforted my soul,​
His empathy supported me whole,​
His lips kissed away my scars,​
His belief showed me the stars,​
His passion released my inhibition,​
His mind empowered my mission,​
His love released my inner fears,​
Our past demons…
broke us in tears!

@the_wildwolf
reflection

Sometimes we find love when we least expect it. And, sometimes we love like never before. However, sometimes that love and connection is not enough to overcome the suppressed emotions of past, and it can end in tears. Just always try to remember, what was felt was love, and those memories will live on.

We all need to make sure that we deal with our past demons and learn to love ourselves, before we fall so deep in love with another.

"I Am Lost", Loss, Love, Original Poetry

Rain Drops Falling Upon My Cheek

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Rain drops falling upon my cheek,​
It’s ocean eyes from which they leak.
A sign of strength they all say,​
Truth is these are for the debts to repay.

Heart shattered many moons ago,​
Fear it could never take another blow,.
Until a wanderer of the sea arrived,​
With her magic the heart revived.​

Every beat now bursting with love,​
Before fear formed around like a glove.
Grip squeezed and tightened its hold,​
Still vulnerable is the truth to be told.

Unable to explain the battle inside,​
Until only the fear was left to reside.
So, the rain drops falling tell the story,​
Of a man who proved himself no glory.

His revived heart now divided in two,​
Forever knowing her love found was true…

@the_wildwolf