My thoughts
My guilt
The regret
My hope
My longingness for love
To be loved
To have true love
To hold it in my heart
To know what it was like to lose it
If I lost it,
It meant I had it
Appreciated it much too late
Knew that I was blessed enough to carry it with me at one point in my life
To have that light
That emotes oh, so bright
And when the noise of
My thoughts
My guilt
My regret
My hope
Get muffled
I’ll know
I’m gone…
About the Creator
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A Dart at Dusk
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Amazing poem’! Great work!