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Hi,
you do well to write, as megaas2002 said, it is a very good therapy, moreover do not try to forget it, you will not succeed, at the moment when you least expect it, a stronger love will take its place. You just have to know how to accept what is happening to you and take your side: you have lived beautiful things together? keep it in mind, and be strong to know how to love, even alone, just because we love someone doesn't mean that someone should love us back!!!
it's not funny 😕 but it's like that 🙋
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The poem is beautiful. It is a good Mode express your grief to put it down on paper. For me anyway, it was a good therapy. I wish you good luck in accepting the harsh reality of life. The wounds take time to close, but one day your heart will open and you will rediscover life. Greetings
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Shocked by shock waves,
My heart was like a rock.
He wanted to achieve the happiness
of being pierced by a flower, the
one of love that does not fade,
that would make him beat a thousand emotions.
So he waited, all upset,
to enter a trance, to be carried
in a dimensionless
momentum To live in pure delight.
Fortunately, you appeared,
He had told me that He had recognized you,
In my heart I trusted
You embodied his hopes.
To be pierced by the flower of love,
For this valiant little heart
It is the most delicious of pains, the
one that leaves its mark forever.
When this love is the great A
Who sounds so good in the hollow of the ear,
there is no longer any need to ask the stars of heaven
for a helping hand to find your way.
We found each other, it may be a mystery
where dreams, magic and poetry were simmering,
but now that you're gone,
I'm hurting myself thinking back to all our projects... in the air.
One might regret that it all started,
but that would be to erase that part of the shared path.
I am only half torn
between this disillusioned Hope and the unquestioned without appeal.
How can I stop loving you?
Reason would be for me to stop trying so hard
. You don't feel anything anymore, you're far away and I know it,
the page is asking to be turned.
I tried to try to forget you,
but nobody's managed to get me out of the picture yet.
Lost Love is not an eighth of a regained love.
Our break-up, I didn't accept it,
Yet, several months have already passed
I believed it too much to no longer believe it anymore
I hope that time will help me to change my mind...
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