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A lament of Love? and Loss
In the silence, I hear your voice,
A whispered reminder, of my foolish choice.
I was blind to your needs, and deaf to your pain,
And now I'm left with the shards, of a love that could not remain.

I wish I could turn back time, and start anew,
To love you with the wisdom, that I've gained from loving you.
But alas, time keeps moving, and I'm left in the past,
To ponder on what could've been, if only I had loved you vast.

I remember the laughter, the tears, and the fights,
The memories we created, in the warmth of our love's light.
But I also recall, the times I let you down,
The moments I was selfish, and wore my crown.

You deserved better, and I know that now,
A love that's pure, and true, and somehow, someway, would make you proud.
But I was ignorant, and foolish, and blind,
And now I'm left to face, the consequences of my mind.

I've tried to reach out, to apologize and to make amends,
But you're ignoring me, and I don't blame you, my friend.
You deserve to be happy, and I want that for you,
Even if it means, that I'll never be with you.

So I'll let you go, and I'll move on with my life,
Though it's hard to imagine, a future without your love and light.
I'll always remember you, and the love we used to share,
And though it's painful, I'll find a way to show I care.

Perhaps someday, our paths will cross again,
And I'll get to see you happy, with a love that's true and plain.
And though it won't be me, who's by your side,
I'll smile and wish you well, and let my heart heal with pride.

Farewell, my love, may you find your way,
To a love that's pure, and true, and brightens up your day.
I'll always remember you, and the love we used to share,
And though it's hard to let go, I'll find a way to show I care.
© Dec 4, Amin   pain • rhyme   
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?The pain of loving in vain?
In halls of learning, where hearts beat fast,
A boy's eyes locked on one girl at last.
Her smile, a sunrise, lit his day,
And he was lost, in a lovesick way.

He'd follow her, with furtive glance,
Drink in her laughter, and romantic dance.
Her name, a mantra, echoed in his mind,
As he'd replay each moment, they'd left behind.

His friends would warn, with concerned tone,
"Dude, you're obsessed, leave her alone."
But he couldn't help, the way he'd feel,
A rush of adrenaline, his heart would reveal.

He'd show up at her games, and her plays,
Bring her flowers, in bright, sunny days.
He'd write her notes, with poetry and rhyme,
Hoping to win her heart, and make it all mine.

He'd spend hours, crafting the perfect line,
Pouring his heart out, in a lovesick shrine.
He'd imagine scenarios, of them together,
And dream of the day, she'd be his forever.

But she, unaware, of his secret desire,
Would smile and thank him, with a friendly fire.
And he, misinterpreting, her kindness and grace,
Would fuel his obsession, and fill up the space.

In his mind, a fantasy, would play and replay,
Of them together, in a love-struck way.
He'd envision their future, with a dreamy gaze,
And believe that someday, she'd feel the same way.

But reality, a harsh wake-up call,
Would remind him, he'd never had it all.
He'd see her talking, to other guys,
And feel a pang of jealousy, that would make him realize.

That his love, was one-sided, and untrue,
And that he'd been blind, to the fact, she didn't feel it too.
He'd try to move on, but couldn't shake,
The feeling that he'd lost, his one chance to make.

One day, she'd talk, to him, with a gentle tone,
"Please, give me space, I need to be alone."
And he, with a pang, of sorrow and pain,
Would realize, his love, was all in vain.

He'd step back, and let her go,
And slowly, his heart, would begin to know,
That love, like a garden, must be nurtured with care,
And that obsession, can be a toxic snare.

The boy, now wiser, with a heart that's sore,
Would learn to love, in a healthier way, once more.
He'd focus on himself, and his own desires,
And learn to let go, of loves that aren't on fire.

He'd discover new passions, and new interests too,
And learn to love himself, and all that he could do.
He'd make new friends, and form new connections,
And find that life, is full of new inspections.

And though he'd always, remember her smile,
He'd know that he's better, off, in a little while.
For he'd learned to love, in a way that's true,
And found that happiness, comes from loving himself, too.
© Dec 4, Amin   pain • rhyme   
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The pain of not knowing
In retrospect, I see the mistakes of my past,
The love I had, but didn't know how to last.
I was blind to the needs of your heart,
And now I'm left with tears, and a brand new start.

I remember the days, when our love was so bright,
But I didn't know how, to keep it burning with all my might.
I took you for granted, and didn't show my appreciation,
And now I'm left with regret, and a deep sorrowful sensation.

I wish I could turn back time, and do things differently,
Show you the love and respect, that you deserved from me.
But life doesn't work that way, and all I can do is apologize,
For the pain and the heartache, that I caused with my own two eyes.

I was so caught up, in my own selfish desires,
That I didn't see the beauty, that was standing right in front of my fires.
I didn't cherish our moments, or show you my love,
And now I'm left with the memories, of what we had above.

If only I knew then, what I know now,
I would have treated you differently, somehow.
I would have been more patient, more kind and more gentle too,
But I was young and foolish, and didn't know what to do.

I hope that someday, you'll be able to forgive,
The mistakes of my past, and the love that I didn't give.
I hope that you'll find happiness, with someone who will adore,
And treat you with the love and respect, that you deserve, and so much more.

But for now, I'm left with regret,
For the love that we had, and the love that we'll never get.
I'm left with the memories, of what we used to be,
And the hope that someday, I'll find my way back to me.

The pain of not knowing, how to treat my woman right,
Is a pain that I'll carry, for the rest of my life's night.
But I hope that someday, I'll be able to heal,
And find my way back, to a love that's real.
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