Original Poetry

Light At The End of the Tunnel

Drunk nights,
spilling intoxicated secrets
of lost loves
and wishful lust.
The ones we want
don’t want us back,
and that is
after all
the greatest tragedy.
It was an honour
and a privilege
to love you
as desperately
as I did.
But time grows on,
people grow older
and love isn’t always
as great as poetry
to lose the ones we love
is a blessing.
Because the light
is always brighter
at the end of the tunnel.
You just have to travel
that little bit extra,
even if you’re heart
is tired.


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