WISHED I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU

WISHED I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU

A Poem by kurrupted
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We meet and were more than friends for 11years, 7 months and 13 days,we were everything perfect, but either due to cowardice or shyness or something worse i dont know, i couldnt and didnt say those magic words till she died...ITS A TERRIBLE FEELING, IF TH

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This pen is a spear writing with the ink of pain and despair,

On the sheet of this torned heart,

Each letter I script feels so painful like the death of a beloved parent,

How can I vent my pain?

Even though forever with me it will remain,

Wished I told you I loved you.

(Now how can I stop these tears?)

 

We were not like friends,

But we were like siblings,

We were everything… perfect,

We leaned on each others shoulders,

Though my predilection for you was from the very first day I saw you,

My tongue was tight and I couldn’t tell you,

Now I wished, I told you I loved you.

(Now how can I stop these tears?)

 

 

It was just a stomach ache,

How could such a perfect picture break?

How life I hate,

2 days beside you at the hospital,

You recuperated and are fine,

The smile on your face I couldn’t define,

I only left to go and take a bath at home,

Only to return and find you are gone,

That you died is a reality I will never accept,

Oh how I wish I told you I loved you,

And until I take my last breathe,

I will keep searching till I find you,

Until I do,

I shall consider this life cruel,

And forever regret that…

I wished I told you I loved you a billion times

(Now how can I stop these tears?)

 

 

© 2008 kurrupted


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such a beautifully sad poem
You may not have told her, but i am sure she knew
sorry for your loss
love is forever, she will be a part of your heart eternally
nice work
expressing these emotions can be the most difficult to write about, and you did it quite well
thank you for entering my contest

Posted 16 Years Ago


It is a terrible thing to lose someone you care for so much Kurrupted! And many regrets flood our consciousness of what we could and didn't say or do, but! it is not our choice. We cannot control the destiny of those we love. All we can do is love them, our way and I feel sure whoever they were new very well your feelings for them. It is easy to say I love you and not show it. Action speaks the truth of love imo. Now! How to stop the tears? Writing it out certainly helped me and still does. But tears are our way of releasing the grief that overwhelms us otherwise, when we lose a piece of our heart. Tears are essential to move forward, they come when we need release, it is our bodies way of helping us. No shame in tears at all imo. One thing I have learned, is that death is no barrier to love and they stay in our hearts forever. They also would want us to be as happy as we could be, because they loved us. Again from my experience.

A very thought provoking read on the most dire aspect of being human. We pay for love in griefs buckets, but loves seas never end.

Smiling at you

Tai

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow...Such strenghth and definate completion. My friend as long as words pour on any page they make memories more than what they are. They make them Real, not for you and I because they already were, but for those who are now, those who read and KEEP things alive.


Posted 16 Years Ago


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