The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.
Tags: loss sadness death loneliness grief memories depression grieving
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.
Charles BukowskiHe hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.
Pete WentzTags: love sadness tears heartache couples
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Dear God,
I hurt. Please hold me.
Amen
Tags: god sadness suffering tragedy prayer hurting richelle richelle-goodrich
For each door of sadness that opens, there are a thousand means of shutting it...
محمد عبد الرحمن العريفيTags: happiness sadness courage
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
Adam P. KnaveTags: loss sadness heart sorrow grief heartbreak
Crying out loud but there is no one to regret it ,
Smile a little and they'll join the party
Tags: sadness
...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...
John GeddesTags: poetry soul rain sadness darkness
...sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...
John GeddesTags: sadness sorrow dissillusionment usnpoken-words
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