Joecel Joy Jayme

Freshman - 812 Points (August 21,1997 / Cebu City)

The Purpose - Poem by Joecel Joy Jayme

I didn't had the chance
to hold your hand tightly
while you're in the life of death.

I didn't had the chance
to tell you
how much I love you
until the last breath.

I didn't had those chances
but I am still here,
waiting for your love to be back.

Waiting for you in this corner
and wishing for your touch.
I am still living but
I am dead inside because
the moment you left me-
you also bring my heart.

What's the purpose of my living, when I know that you're not here beside me?

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Comments about The Purpose by Joecel Joy Jayme

  • (12/4/2015 4:08:00 AM)

    A glowing tribute paid in distress to the departed love, exquisitely penned. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Joezel Jayme (12/4/2015 6:26:00 AM)

    Thank you for giving this a time.

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  • (12/4/2015 4:06:00 AM)

    so sad what happened.... (Report) Reply

    Joezel Jayme (12/4/2015 6:25:00 AM)

    Well, this is just a short poem that I wrote as my story's introduction that is why its comes out like this. But thanks for reading anyways and I hope you like it.

  • Nosheen Irfan (12/4/2015 3:54:00 AM)

    Pain and regret are often mingled with love. Beautifully written. (Report) Reply

    Joezel Jayme (12/4/2015 6:26:00 AM)

    Thank you

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015

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