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Poetry

Flame. said:
A Cage ...✨



My love for you became a golden cage,
Yet you begged me for the sky.
When I learned you were born to fly,
I freed you… though a part of me had to die.

My heart bleeds with every step you take away,
For you are the only world I knew.
How do I beg the night to let you stay,
How do I ask you—.… just a moment more with me too?

I smile as I loosen my trembling hands,
Even as my soul falls apart.
Love sometimes means letting go,
While carrying forever the weight of a broken heart.
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Beautiful poem...
I kind of found it cute, knowing you...
Well written...
 
Flame. said:
A Cage ...✨



My love for you became a golden cage,
Yet you begged me for the sky.
When I learned you were born to fly,
I freed you… though a part of me had to die.

My heart bleeds with every step you take away,
For you are the only world I knew.
How do I beg the night to let you stay,
How do I ask you—.… just a moment more with me too?

I smile as I loosen my trembling hands,
Even as my soul falls apart.
Love sometimes means letting go,
While carrying forever the weight of a broken heart.
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This is the painful truth of a quiet love. Sometimes, we must stand in our own darkness so the other person can walk into the light. To let go is to suffer the ultimate execution, yet it is the only way to keep the memory of that love pure and untouched by the stains of possession.
 
Flame. said:
A Cage ...✨



My love for you became a golden cage,
Yet you begged me for the sky.
When I learned you were born to fly,
I freed you… though a part of me had to die.

My heart bleeds with every step you take away,
For you are the only world I knew.
How do I beg the night to let you stay,
How do I ask you—.… just a moment more with me too?

I smile as I loosen my trembling hands,
Even as my soul falls apart.
Love sometimes means letting go,
While carrying forever the weight of a broken heart.
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Love isn’t just about holding on; sometimes, letting someone go with a breaking heart is the truest love of all. Truly beautiful poem!
 
Miss_death said:
This is the painful truth of a quiet love. Sometimes, we must stand in our own darkness so the other person can walk into the light. To let go is to suffer the ultimate execution, yet it is the only way to keep the memory of that love pure and untouched by the stains of possession.
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True sometimes this is also a part of journey we have to play
 
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