Heartache

Eyes are stinging from all the tears,

I hadn’t felt like this in years.

Pressure is building in my chest,

I was feeling slightly depressed.

 

I began to feel my heart sink,

Why did I always overthink?

I tried so hard to cry for help,

Not even releasing a yelp.

 

There was nothing that I could do,

I would eventually pull through.

But when you’re crying and crying

And you feel like you are dying,

Remember the pain doesn’t last,

This aching will be in the past.

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The River

Sitting by the river we watch it flow,

Watching the pebbles stumble by so slow,

The atmosphere is ever so tranquil,

But there is only moments left until

The sun goes down and the stars shine so bright,

The river seems calmer during the night,

Although you cannot see it in the dark,

I will never forget your last remark,

“The peaceful nights that I share with you here,

Mean the world to me, I promise you dear,

And you will be forever in my heart,

Honestly, you have been right from the start.”

If I had of known these were his last words,

To hold him is what I would have preferred,

But now that I have completely lost you,

I realise that I need you that is true…

I still go to the river on my own,

But it isn’t quite the same all alone,

It flows much slower than it did before,

Maybe because you’re not here anymore?

Sadness

Look into their eyes,
Admire the sorrow,
A cloudy grey,
Like the darkest of skies,

Read the sadness of their soul,
place your hand in theirs,
does it feel cold?
Your mind begins to lose control,

You feel their pain,
like it’s your own,
you fake a smile,
it becomes a bane,

As they speak,
they begin to stutter and sigh,
your heart sinks,
when did they become so weak?

Sunday Afternoon

It was bright and breezy on a Sunday ‘noon, they strolled in hand in hand,
the smiles on their faces and the depth in their eyes, as if everything was unplanned,

It was warm and sunny on a Sunday ‘noon, and she followed him inside,
the wrinkles by her brows and the curve in his smile, he looked at her and sighed,

It was dry and crispy on a Sunday ‘noon, and he pushed her in her chair,
the colour of her skin was oh so pale, and the grey shade of her hair,

It was cold and frosty on a Sunday ‘noon, he wandered in alone,
the sadness in his face was harrowing, where was the woman he once had known?

Seasons come, seasons go, but love will never die,
There’s a first love and a last love,
But for some it’s harder to say goodbye.