every time i found love
i felt as if all my tears have been forgotten.
but forgetting is not erasing.
it seems i cannot let go of anything that easily.
these joys can only shield me
from what I have suffered for a moment
while my soul is a lonely beautiful night,
a backdrop for my sadness to dance.
my sadness is the only part of me
that remembers the best part of my life.
my sadness is the only part of me
that will remember the best parts of you.
love it well.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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outstanding piece. my soul is a lonely night, wow you. Greetings from Oz. Peace and love to you and yours.
Thank you so much 🙂
I am glad that you liked my poem.
May peace and happiness be with you.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!! This one took my breath away❤❤❤❤
Thank you so much dear 🙂 ❤❤❤
Really glad that you liked it 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
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True- but is it productive to dwell so sadly about the past?
I think it is different for everyone. But I am particularly attached to the feeling of sadness (must be some sort of twisted coping mechanism of mine). I think sadness has improved me, made me see the world with more kindness. It is only when I am sad that I can look back and see all the things that I have lost, and see how magnificent they were. Personally, when I am happy, I have never looked back to see something better. Sadness has a more beautiful memory, a memory that I would want to treasure.
(I don’t think that sadness is a negative sentiment. I think every emotion of us, can help us understand this world a bit more, if only we can accept them. I think I value meaning and purpose more than happiness. Just my opinion :))