Poem: Goodbye My Darling

The curtain is slowly closing, wrapping up this phase. The crowd is still clapping, right time to leave the stage. We both know the story is ending, playing our parts but just pretending. The love is already gone, it’s no use faking what we are not feeling. As I say the last line of this beautiful love story, pain is pricking every inch of my soul. As I say the words we both dread to hear, my heart is shattered to the core.

We can continue loving each other separately, forever my love you shall be. The curtain is slowly closing, wrapping up this phase.

The crowd is still clapping, right time to leave the stage.

We both know the story is ending, playing our parts but just pretending.

The love is already gone, it’s no use faking what we are not feeling.

As I say the last line of this beautiful love story, pain is pricking every inch of my soul.

As I say the words we both dread to hear, my heart is shattered to the core.

But I would rather take a bow than watch us drain our emotions in an endless war.

From being the sugar in my tea, you have turned into the pus in my wounded heart.

The pus has ripened and left around it an excruciating crust.

No energy left within me, it’s time I put an end to this emotional dart.

We have to celebrate what was and forget about what can or would be.

We have learnt our lessons and have a clear picture of how our next scripts should be.

We can continue loving each other separately, forever my love you shall be.

Goodbye my darling.

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