I can’t promise you
That i’ll be here tomorrow
To save you from pain
But I can’t destroy our love
Or make it easier with lies
Lies will only break
Like the strongest glass shatters
And you’ll be left here
To kneel on those broken shards
And stain the floor with your pain
I'm truly sorry
I couldn't have been stronger
and kept this wall up
masking my pain and sorrow
You were my confidante
If my time has come to go
Remember me well
Hold these memories close by
And I promise I won’t leave.
I’ll stand besides you
But you will not see me there
I shall forever weep too
But you will not feel my tears
For I am the silent ghost
I am love so pure
I am the fond memories
I am the quiet breeze
That will dry your grieving tears
and the sunshine that warms you
I am living on
within our fond memories
the laughter we had
the secrets we always shared
treasures then, and treasures now
listen quietly my Love
In darkness, my voice echoes
my laughter is here
your love is here too
and so are the memories
my tears will fall soundlessly
in the emptiness.
Where my ghost stands
cherish what we had
remember that it is me
My love lives on, within you.
A penny for your thoughts?
Comments
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Bountiful~Beuatiful...
It seems to have a deep psychoanalitical revelation... "I'm Sorry" is a sounding wise song for soul's healing, and does stimulate one to stand up tall and rethink life's emotions.
Muxh gratitude to the author of "I'm Sorry" for sharing this jewel with us.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

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pretty
awww hon i love that it is a truly beautiful poem

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Thank you for this Lovely, it really helps me deal with that possibility, reminds me of what you expect of me should you go. I love you lots and lots, more than you could ever stand to hear about









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aww
As corny as this poem is, particularly with the pause in the last line, I love it :-) You are such a friggin' downer though, damn it
You write of loss very well. If one dwells on it loss can eat a person up. What I like most about this poem is its perspective - being written from the person gone to the person left to lament. It gives reassurance to a person desperately in need of something solid to hold on to, reminding him/her of the good things that their relationship brought to them both, where he/she might be inclined to dwell on what was lost and not what was gained in the overall scheme of worldly effects as they pertain to him/her. It's a sweet message, and one we all wish we could receive from a love one passed or lost in any fashion. Thanks for putting it in such lovely words :-)




