Lost Love

She was the fuel to my fire, she kept me alight. She allowed me to be me, to take the hinges off to my inner self and let her see the real me, for what I truely was.

She was the missing piece of the puzzle. The one that fit perfectly between my divided heart, the one that filled the gap that was left empty for many years. She completed the longing in me.

With her, l felt like leaves blowing in the wind, free and unbothered, flying aimlessly against the breeze.

But now, without her I stare into a dark, empty room of nothing.

Author's Note

Reviews are muchly appreciated if you have time

Reviews

[Luna]

This is very nice. In fact its wonderful. Love is happiness but it is tragedy sometimes i understand how that feels. But the way you expressed it surely satisfied my heart. Welldone ;)

[KeithEBaucum]

I enjoyed this poem. I would be happy to be friends.