u/IWontWritePoetry

Reach a compromise

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I do not want to end my life tonight

While you keep the lamp lit in the room I used to know

Perhaps life is full of things we cannot foresee or show

Or is it because you are still here in my sight?

I do not want to end my life tonight

For I fear being further from you than I ever thought

Surely the longing to be near is a selfish thing I’ve sought

Better a thousand miles apart than the grave's eternal plight?

I do not want to end my life when the moon hides its face

I fear getting lost amidst all that I know so well

I am a terminally ill soul who refuses the cure's spell

For I have grown used to these pains in this place

I will live through tonight

To hold everything in my arms once more tomorrow

Perhaps pain is just like a flame in its sorrow

Turning the heart to ice if it loses its light

I will live through tonight, my dear

Though death has called for me to return

I will live like a newborn with no lessons to learn

Knowing nothing of love, and nothing of a tear

Sadly, I find the pain even more severe

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u/IWontWritePoetry — 13 hours ago

We Deceived Each Other

[We Deceived Each Other]

In the days so near to death,

You lied, said you felt no pain

When life grew tired and breathless,

I lied, that the future was bright again.

The late moon, broken in anger,

The sun sulked, never came near

You lied that heaven’s gate opened,

So they could meet each passing year.

When sorrow fell into tears,

You lied, said smiles had drained joy away.

And when longing stirred old years,

You jested, it was just a passing day.

Blue sunlight never returned to our old lane

I lied, said it had strayed to western skies

That migrating birds would come again

Carrying its warmth back to our eyes

On the day we drifted apart,

You were the blue light in the sky.

You lied, said you'd lost the start,

And wandered where all roads lie.

You lied, said you would return

On the back of a migratory wing.

I watched the birds in endless turn,

Afraid I’d miss… the smallest thing.

When joy has faded into dust,

I read our verses once again.

In the days so near to death,

You lied, said you felt no pain.

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u/IWontWritePoetry — 4 days ago