One of my poems that will be placed in my book probably.
Heartache's Pride
Love kisses the tears, aiding the end of a heartbroken memory.
Love kisses the lips, takes over the ties of a heartbroken memory.
The pain of this split-screen sadness offers to sight an end of misery,
leaving a gaping hole from the wound of an arrow that was once love’s memory.
If there was a hint of glory’s light, the life of this love might be healing,
but all that remains as of yet, is a lonely sign of a love’s lost memory.
I can’t seem to shake off this hurt, my mind racing back and forth, trying to
obtain what once was there, her hand in mine, a single, blissful memory.
If I could see my jumbled mix-up, where things went wrong, it might be possible to salvage
the past, throw out all my inconsolable thoughts, create a new memory.
But through all of this, she is still there waiting, for a sign that she is still treasured,
still a part of my only memory.
When I finally see my faults, let my pride slip away,
I’ll be able to tell her that I’m ready and willing, that I want to be her last love’s memory
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