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𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Who needs love?
Yeah...I glance at my lovely wife cooking our dinner and looked in the mirror. If I no longer needed love, it would be a long-forgotten relic of my memory.
Suddenly I saw my life and everything so clearly.
Hidden deep within the mirror's embrace. I could just kick back to that safe, serene place.
My heart would not longer be laid bare by anyone's scrutiny. Or any sharp words escaping her mouth. Your hurtful actions that once made me bitter.
Would now become just a faint trace on my couch, just some crumbs, Forever buried within my consciousness.
You would be amazed that I didn't care.
My God!
My wife just started blinking and suddenly disappeared.
She turned, desperately grabbing my shirt collar.
Oh, Lord!
She is gone, what I have
Done!
........
In the quiet of night, where shadows creep,
I sought refuge, where our memories weep.
Beneath the moon's pale and lonely gleam,
I'll confront the echoes of a broken dream.
With every heartbeat, I'll dwell on the past,
Chasing the fragments of a love that couldn't last.
In the grip of midnight's relentless despair,
I'll face the emptiness, the burden I bear.
As dawn breaks, with colors so cold,
I'll clutch my heart, a story left untold.
Through every trial, through every regret,
Love's bitter ending, a soul's silhouette.
With every sunrise, a reminder of pain,
Love's requiem, a haunting refrain.
So, let sadness linger, in every tear I shed,
In the depths of heartache, as I wipe the tears and bow my sorrowful head.
In the end, it doesn't even matter, our soulfire and passion slowly shattered.
Yet, life's a journey, where broken hearts can still ascend.
Reject the darkness, embrace the light within.
Amidst the light, a glimmer of hope will be found,
As we rise from the depths, on love's sacred ground.
With each passing day, the pain begins to wane,
And in the warmth of passion, we'll learn to love again.
So, in the quiet of night, where shadows no longer weep,
We'll embrace the new dawn, our promises to keep.
© Charles Kemp
Yeah...I glance at my lovely wife cooking our dinner and looked in the mirror. If I no longer needed love, it would be a long-forgotten relic of my memory.
Suddenly I saw my life and everything so clearly.
Hidden deep within the mirror's embrace. I could just kick back to that safe, serene place.
My heart would not longer be laid bare by anyone's scrutiny. Or any sharp words escaping her mouth. Your hurtful actions that once made me bitter.
Would now become just a faint trace on my couch, just some crumbs, Forever buried within my consciousness.
You would be amazed that I didn't care.
My God!
My wife just started blinking and suddenly disappeared.
She turned, desperately grabbing my shirt collar.
Oh, Lord!
She is gone, what I have
Done!
........
In the quiet of night, where shadows creep,
I sought refuge, where our memories weep.
Beneath the moon's pale and lonely gleam,
I'll confront the echoes of a broken dream.
With every heartbeat, I'll dwell on the past,
Chasing the fragments of a love that couldn't last.
In the grip of midnight's relentless despair,
I'll face the emptiness, the burden I bear.
As dawn breaks, with colors so cold,
I'll clutch my heart, a story left untold.
Through every trial, through every regret,
Love's bitter ending, a soul's silhouette.
With every sunrise, a reminder of pain,
Love's requiem, a haunting refrain.
So, let sadness linger, in every tear I shed,
In the depths of heartache, as I wipe the tears and bow my sorrowful head.
In the end, it doesn't even matter, our soulfire and passion slowly shattered.
Yet, life's a journey, where broken hearts can still ascend.
Reject the darkness, embrace the light within.
Amidst the light, a glimmer of hope will be found,
As we rise from the depths, on love's sacred ground.
With each passing day, the pain begins to wane,
And in the warmth of passion, we'll learn to love again.
So, in the quiet of night, where shadows no longer weep,
We'll embrace the new dawn, our promises to keep.
© Charles Kemp
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