
When love ends, pain and regrets begin - inevitably
An emotion, ephemeral and fugitive
Swept him when he saw her last night
Bitter rage, childish and primitive -
But then he realized, he has no right!
Yes, the feeling drifted away quickly
But in its place, remorse and regret
For she’s kissing a man passionately!
So tonight, shall be difficult to forget
But he must! For she’s free to love anyone
Their love withered, and now she’s gone!
© F Aparici 03/28/2018
Picture is of White Beach, Puerto Galera in my home island of Mindoro.
Login to comment...
Nelson D Reyes
over 1 yearIt’s her body, she is free. As he is.
Love is a strange thing. It cannot be contained one way or the other, driven by passion it could be true and faiyful or exactly the opposite.
Like. Thanks Brod.