In those golden summer days,
As exams loomed ahead,
We knew farewells awaited us,
Heartaches silently fed.
"How can I be far from you?"
I pondered, writing away,
Every thought etched in a scrapbook,
Love woven in every display.
Pictures of our cherished times,
With laughter, joy entwined,
People curious about its tales,
I smiled, memories enshrined.
She was the spark in my life,
The joy in each passing day,
Her presence brought solace,
Her absence, heartache's sway.
Her anger pricked like thorns,
Her silence, a balm so pure,
My dearest friend she was,
Whom my heart did adore.
About the Creator
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
Comments (2)
Oh this was lovely
This was so nostalgic and poignant. Loved your poem!