My first mistake became my last mistake, which was loving you
I am proud of my mistake, which I made by loving you. After that, I found my true lover, in whose lap I slept forever.
By Ignited MindsPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Loving you was my first mistake,
and it became my last mistake.
What did you think? That no one would love me except you?
But I found a lover who held me tightly in her embrace.
She said, "I will always be with you,
when I put you to sleep in my arms."
The world knows my love,
I am death who never refuses when called.
Still, I don’t understand why people are afraid of me,
and why they die for the disloyal (lover, life).
This world is strange,
it finds loyalty even in the disloyal.
When we had life, we used to think about death,
now that we have death, do we think about life?



Comments (6)
the world is strange it finds loyal even in the disloyal. Nicely done!!!
You have a deep way with words! Nice job
I was going to start this with wow but someone else used wow so all I can say is totally brilliant
Great writing! I love your style. If you have a moment, do check out my work too—I’d love to hear your thoughts!
Wow, so profound thoughts. Great poem.
Very intriguing. Well written. Nice job.