Love is pain
Regretful teardrops on pillowcases
Angst and sadness
I feel love
But to you
It doesnt exist
And I don't exist
I am nothing
But a shadow on your bed
Just a distant memory
Your blue eyes
Disregard me
And your rose petal lips
Reject me
For you love her now
And I am alone
Drenched in tears
And sad
For you are gone
And I am alone
I am alone
Alone
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Love is whimsical and temperamental, it comes unannounced and leaves without warning, even in some cases where one of the partners carefully nurtures it within ones limits of circumstances. It's a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.