Monday, April 2, 2012

Lose you

When there is a start,
it always comes with an end.
And I hate the spite of thought
that I won't be able to see you again.
But like the sun-
when it sets
The very next day, it resets
over and over, it forgets
and for us- we depend,
and for it, it does distance..
-so there,
for it all does ends..

8 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

I'm getting envious now! Your writing is getting better and better.

Great pic also.

Some kind of courage. said...

Thank you!! <3 Everything influences my life right now, I'm finally getting the chance to find myself..xo

Gabrielle - I LIKE IT FAST said...

<3

Carrie Van Horn said...

This is beautiful and thought provoking...i love it! :-)

haze said...

"And I hate the spite of thought
that I won't be able to see you again."

This is bittersweet, but still is beautiful and hopeful and delicate.

You are lovely, darling, don't ever stop writing. xx

Arundhati said...

This composition is so expressive! There could be so many thoughts, so many ideas!

Love!
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Hello Bear Bair said...

You blog is so light and fresh! :)

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Thank you!

Anonymous said...

love this poem - wise and such a
memorable cadence- i know endings
at times are so untimely.