A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,
Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…
I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,
Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow…
That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,
I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul…
I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,
But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console…
I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’,
And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role…
But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,
Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,
Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day…
I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,
Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge…
Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,
One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish…
One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,
But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish…
Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,
For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate…
Mots clés life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,
Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way
Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day.
Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,
But those old days once gone, will never come back again,
Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,
In the back of our mind and make us remember,
How we used to be so crazy,
In those old days…
Mots clés life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,
I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,
Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,
But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,
Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,
Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break…
Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?
Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?
A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,
Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,
Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,
Or just come to see me every once in a while,
So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,
So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes…
Mots clés life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,
If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…
If only you feel that love again someday for me,
If only you are affected someday by my absence…
Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,
If only you would know what you could never procure…
If only you go through the memories of past once again,
Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure…
If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain…
If only you would come back and see what damage you create,
I’ve been waiting for your return since forever more…
If only you would see the woman that you have made,
You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure?
If only you can feel the old things that can never fade,
You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you…
I know how I’ve come so far alone; I know how I’m able to wade,
People say that I’m insane and you won’t ever come back again…
Maybe you would have never made your separate way,
Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong…
If only you would know the pain of dying every day,
If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong…
Mots clés life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.
Terry Tempest WilliamsMots clés pain women hurt voice abuse
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
Slash ColemanMots clés life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing history identity adventure hate loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help ideas memoir discovery remember chaos writer jewish love-at-first-sight good-morning lovers couples breaking-up youth-age judaism writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted writing-process writing-books being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache writing-style online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes writers-world heart-break writers-life
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Slash ColemanMots clés life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts adventurer lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Slash ColemanMots clés life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity adventure loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.
Orson Scott CardMots clés pain expression hurt tears eyes description prior-restraint
Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they're not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it's not that. It's just, you know, seeing them pass, that's how they'll be all their life; they'll get hit, hurt, cut, bruised, and always wonder why, why does it happen? how can it happen to them?
Ray BradburyMots clés innocence pain boys goodness hurt good sad description cry people-will-hurt-you vulnerable
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