True love

True love

A Poem by Milinda_Moon
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Dark poem about sometimes when I'm depressed and then I think about what my bf would say to me if something bad happened to me

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Drowning within myself.

Where are you?

Dare I look for you?

Dare you try and find me?

You say it'll be okay.

It'll be alright.

But is that the truth?

Can I trust your words?

Can I look into your eyes and know all pain will go away forever never to return ever again?

I'm not breathing anymore.

Yet you hold me so tight it breathes life back into me.

But is it enough?

Can you save me?

You kiss me but I don't move.

I can feel your tears as they drop of off you.

"Oh God I love you."

Are the words that wish to come out.

You refuse to let me go.

You refuse to say I'm dead and gone.

Is this what it feels like to be loved?

I see a bright light.

But it's not "the" light.

The sun is so bright as my eyes open.

You look at me with tears in your eyes in shock and hug me tight letting the tears flow.

"I'm sorry for hurting you my love."

I whisper in your ear.

But you just shack your head and whisper back, "I love you to much to let you go!"

You pick me up and carry me home.

And I know it's true love because I saw doves behind you.

© 2009 Milinda_Moon


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Author's Note

Milinda_Moon
No I wasn't depressed when writing writing this poem.I was just bored!

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It;s a very good poem. A little bit sad, but also kinda happy in a way. Good job!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Milinda_Moon
Milinda_Moon

Forks, WA



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My name is Bella and I'm sister's with Ali Bella. I'm 19 and I have a beautiful son. I'm an emotional poet and a stay home mother. My poems I write are very deep and sometimes dark and the kind of.. more..

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