Anne Unknown

(15-09-1995 / Den Helder, Netherlands)

Cruel, sweet love

I thought I had an empty heart,
no love that pumps through my vaines at every heartbeat.

I thought I was hollow,
condemned to feel only pain,
or contain no emotions at all.

I was wrong,
I know the truth,
I feel it.

I can love,
love every inch of you,
and crave your touch.

I was wrong,
now, I feel love,
but without purpose.

The time I have to spend near you is numbered,
I see the moving boxes getting filled,
and my room becoming empty,
and know, that I won't be able to make you love me,
in such a short time.

Oh, I wish it false,
but the airplane tickets are booked,
and soon I will be thousands of miles away,
no hope left for this love.

I am also glad,
glad that in the short period of time I knew you,
I got to spend so close.

Love is, as always, as hurtful as it is beautiful.

Submitted: Monday, June 21, 2010
Edited: Monday, June 21, 2010

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