Yesterday I held you
Covered you with my hands
There were a thousand joys
That seemed to have no ends
Yesterday you whispered
Sweet music in my ear
There could be nothing sweeter
That I could feel dear
Yesterday my lips
Were calling out your name
The winds were filled with echoes
As if it were a game
Yesterday we laughed
We rolled upon the floor
With another humour
We laughed a little more
Yesterday we dreamed
Made elaborate plans
Tried to decipher
The lines on our hands
Yesterday I loved you
And you loved me too
Today things have changed
Only dreaming we can do
There’s subtle anger there, making the loss so much sadder. But you have to sit back and reflect for the second layer to hit you. Well done.
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Another home run there Frank. Thank you!
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Welcome, Tim.
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So beautiful and sad.
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Another touching poem.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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all so to real! do we get so complacent that we become blinded by delusion and cannot see the true reality?
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Lovely Frank. Love is such a beautiful thing that opens our heart and crushes. ❤️
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It is a sad, yet beautifully written poem. Remembering is important. Therein lies healing. And tomorrow is a new day! ❤ Embrace Hope! ❤
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How beautiful and sad
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