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My love has gone, my yearning passed.
I lost my way, I lost my heart.
I didn’t care to guard it well,
Now it is to be found nowhere.
Just now I thought I had it here,
But only emptiness remains.
It didn’t shatter, didn’t break,
Just disappeared and left no trace.
Oh, tell me why I couldn’t be
The one that lasted evermore.
Oh, tell me, couldn’t I be good
Take better care of what is dear?
But love, alas, I lost my heart
Forgive me that I didn’t see
How swiftly it escaped my grasp
And left this place forevermore.
I lost my way, I can’t go on,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for.
I lost my heart, and I’m afraid
Without my heart I cannot love.
I lost my way, I lost my heart.
I didn’t care to guard it well,
Now it is to be found nowhere.
Just now I thought I had it here,
But only emptiness remains.
It didn’t shatter, didn’t break,
Just disappeared and left no trace.
Oh, tell me why I couldn’t be
The one that lasted evermore.
Oh, tell me, couldn’t I be good
Take better care of what is dear?
But love, alas, I lost my heart
Forgive me that I didn’t see
How swiftly it escaped my grasp
And left this place forevermore.
I lost my way, I can’t go on,
There’s nothing left worth fighting for.
I lost my heart, and I’m afraid
Without my heart I cannot love.
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“Nooope.~ We’re on a date.” Kotone giggled.
“We’re just shopping!” Silver argued.
“Still a date to me.~” Kotone let out a small purr.
Blushing a deep red, Silver grabbed a can of Pokefood from the shelf and stormed away, Kotone still holding his hand.
Kotone let out a small giggle.
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“Can we go see a movie? There’s been one I’ve wanted to watch.” Kotone asked.
“Go by yourself.” Silver replied sourly.
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... I don't usually write poetry.
But sometimes, things just come to me. Poetry, to me, is something extremely personal, something extremely close to my heart and not necessarily something I want to improve on, so you're free to criticize, but I probably won't really take notice of it. I only really do this to get feelings on paper.
But, hey, I kinda like how this turned out, so I'm uploading it. Maybe somebody likes it.
(This isn't REALLY free verse, but it isn't traditional fixed form either, so I just put it in free verse.)
But sometimes, things just come to me. Poetry, to me, is something extremely personal, something extremely close to my heart and not necessarily something I want to improve on, so you're free to criticize, but I probably won't really take notice of it. I only really do this to get feelings on paper.
But, hey, I kinda like how this turned out, so I'm uploading it. Maybe somebody likes it.
(This isn't REALLY free verse, but it isn't traditional fixed form either, so I just put it in free verse.)
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I like the poem, but i sincerely hope that your not depressed though