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?
A glowing tribute paid in distress to the departed love, exquisitely penned. Thanks for sharing.
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.
Pain and regret are often mingled with love. Beautifully written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my friend will realte to this one! ! XD