Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,650)

The first time I saw you
I honestly don't feel like talking to you.
You seems so touchy..
Kissing, snuggling is what you always want to do..

And as we started talking
I know there's something special within you
I gave you the chance to prove it to me
How really you are and that i wanted to be..

Feelings got mutual
And seems that we're ok
We spent time together
That makes a happy moments to share

Then one day you left
And it hurts so badly
I tried to fix things
Showing you that everything's gonna be ok

I cried in tears
Living my self in fears
Knowing you for a half year
Is enough for me to get scared. . .

I've broken all my mirrors, i hate the person i see.
Family aren't the only ones, who miss who i used to be.
the shell of a lonely creature, locked behind traps & walls.
I'm screaming out for help, but no one ever hears me call.
This is no life for me, I'm giving up on hiding.
You want to get to know the REAL me? he lives through my writings.
There may no be a purpose for this, these words may all be in vain.
But your love is the only medication, that can cure me of this pain.

Someday you’ll cry for me like I cried for you
Ignore me, I’m sad and I’ll make you sad too.
Only tears I will cry
Now that you're not here
How can I continue to try?
I wish I could run away and hide
Of all of this pain I have inside
I've cried oceans of tears
I've wasted so many years
I waited for you to be a man
But instead you only ran.
Someday you’ll miss me like I missed you
How I needed my strength to carry on through
After I gave you my heart, my soul, to push you, phew!
But all you could do was love her too
Someday you’ll need me like I needed you
Someday you’ll love me but I won’t love you.

Under lieing depression,has me locked down in my room,is it your lieing or my depression that has watered my garden of confusion,i should pull the weeds that are growing between the crops,feel better all ready just taking some direction thats movin away from you,under lying depression things seem to turn into one,where are my blue swede shoes,i will make some consessions that will help me make it through the night,maybe i should just count my blessings,enjoy mornings first light,cant put a lable on it,under lieing,depressing isn't.

There was a time once when I suppose I was ok
Nowadays it seems I just roll from day into another day
No longer interested in living life outside my closed door
As much as I try, I just don’t think I can do it anymore

My loneliness is self-inflicted in many silly ways
Drinking lots of alcohol I wallow and hide in its haze
Too scared to come out and just sit under the sun
No longer myself, seems I left along with all the fun

I miss you so terribly, so much more than you deserve
When you left I think I also did, maybe it severed a nerve
Happiness always eludes me; these others are just not you
Inside I am in turmoil, torn and shattered forever-feeling blue

You always wanted a poem, something from me to you
Well here go ahead and take it, it’s the least that I can do
All that’s left is my body that I now just abuse and despise
Seems it has all just imprisoned me, trapped within those lies

I’d have walked through hell to come save you, not so long ago
Maybe I did and I am just trapped here, could be, how would I know
Hopefully you are satisfied my heart and soul you managed to tear
Loving you was my downfall; it was way more than I could bear.

Love is life, but without you..who am I?...
With only half of my being I yearn to convert I unto we..
Only then will life embrace us into its whirlwind of love... but I must be We..
and We must be Us...
Love is life, but without you..What else is there?
These summer days even the scent of pine is nomore.. beyond care a place where tears do not well. oh, how I am trying to hold on..but without you..What else is there??

As i Look from My Window Trough The Dark of Night I Gaze Apoun My Love And Wish To Hold Her Tight But She is far Away in Another Distant Land And it Truly Saddens My Heart Should She find Another Man Will She Think of Me The Way i Think of Her What About The Memories Should We Store Them in Jar No i Sadly Pour My Heart Out Cause Im Just a Lonely Jigalo But a Jigalo That i Am Has a Beautiful Heart And Soul i Will Never Seek for Worthless Treasure of Things Such as Silver And Gold i Will Seek for Something Worth So Much More As i Walk The Occeans Sand Seaching For My Blessing To Reach My Lovers Hand All Though Shes Many Miles Away Still Here Shes in My Heart Always And forever True Love Never Parts So i Look Out At The Beautiful Heavens And Stars That Light The Sky But Still My Heart is Saddend Cause for My Love id Die So Safely Let My Love Return Cause Im Just a Lonely Jigalo




Posted Wed 8 October 2014 6.o3 Author Joel o Neill

Every little thing is on my mind which you said
Don't work these things which I know
My mind got remembering curse
It doesn't hurt if I tell, come on, please

I'm in love with someone, he is crush on me
We were northern star of people who were asking
We couldn't make it together too
We were loneliness of our own world

It was too late when we realized
Ruined, felt terrible
Then, I turned and said:

It doesn't kill even if hurts
Doesn't turn to hell
Doesn't put your life out
Doesn't bring back going anymore

'Twas a day of Winter's mist,
when two lover's met on Highlands cold.

Feelings mixed with tempered pride,
as Clans did fight the battle bold.

Shattered worlds did come to join,
with hearts that sang a simple tune.

As they were captured in endless love,
fate did arrive all too soon.

Softly whispered good-byes to many & few of his kin,
he held her close in long embrace for his freedom he must win.

Hear this my sweet she said once more...
"Men will fall for reasons few,
Shalln't go to war for in the marrow all is new."

Now only rains fall on the green sodden moss,
where worlds did meet & lovers lost.

Her forgotten words forever to linger,
in the mist of two lover's chambers and the echo's within.


SAS

Green plums
The famished one will eat them
but will find the taste
bitter.

Cold rain
drowns wind, its chill eating one’s heart
but the scent gives life
to souls.

Worn string
on harp, used near to breaking
but its note, played, is
hope-filled
always.


SAS