Sad Poems, Why? 2
I love to write sad poems, and read them. I may wear a happy facade, but I know inside me resides a lonely child. I find pleasure in keeping my tears in the corner of my eyes, and feeling that lump in throat while writing.
So I connect to that part of me by composing sad poems.
I nurture the fertile grounds of my lonely self to grow seeds of sad poems. I allow myself to chant sad hymns , if that’s what my soul wanted to sing. I listen, for that’s the path I should take to healing.
You must go on, and I must go.
I would not be far,
I would be close to watch you.
I would be the bright lights,
I would be the stars to guide you,
I would be one with the winds
You would feel my touch
As I embrace and kiss you.
You will be safe here,
I would be near.
You must go on,
And I must go.
The day has come and gone
We waited and it arrived.
But then we let it drift away.
The day left us.
And now we await for its return.
But like the seasons,
Wednesday would be here
Even if love is not.
So even if we say goodbye
A hundredth times.
And wait a hundred lifetime,
Just keep the love,
Wednesday will lead us back home.
We would be fine.
No Painful Goodbye
I want to get out of your life quietly,
I don’t want any of those sad goodbyes.
I just want happy memories,
I don’t want us to part in a fight.
I want to go without you watching me leaving,
I don’t want to look back and see you cry.
So when the time comes,
That you would know I’m gone,
You would see trails of our brighter days.
I never left you in those memories,
For there was no painful goodbye.