Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
I was so much into you That I lost my friends, My family and most importantly Myself. My dear you, You hurt me so much That I lost you, And I lost myself too. I was depressed, tensed here You
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where
It has been one year since you died my precious Jasmine Ever since losing you i haven’t been the same The sky high ambition i once had has been doused in cold water The wings i use to spread so
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