Not the Love We Dreamed
We cross our grievances,
Speak of our sorrow,
Utter solemn prayers
To live another day.
We speak of laughter,
Share our private tales,
Make our promises
To live another day.
Life plans another week,
Each day a challenge,
To live another day.
We shed our tears,
Sometimes it’s blood
From a broken heart,
To live another day.
When the sky bleeds,
He comes, that Day,
Comforting the lonely
As we live in despair.
It is the spice of hearts—
My heart embraces
Crying inside your tears
For the rest of my life.
And alone, I weep,
Measure your absence,
Adore you in solitude,
All my life, needing you,
But it’s not the love
We dreamed of, my darling love.
:: 07.05.2024 ::

July 6th, 2024 at 6:12 am
EPRobles’ Not The Love We Dreamed poignantly reflects on the gap between our idealized visions of love and its often harsher reality. Through evocative imagery and a repetitive refrain, the poem delves into themes of sorrow, resilience, and bittersweet acceptance, offering a powerful meditation on love’s imperfections and the enduring strength we find in facing them.
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July 8th, 2024 at 11:44 pm
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