A Heart Misinterpreted

[rustyrose]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!



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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,

Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.

I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,

But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.

The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,

For you never learned the language of my dreams.

A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost

Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

 

[Nyxen]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!

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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,



Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.



I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,



But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.



The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,



For you never learned the language of my dreams.



A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost



Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I wish you healing...not echoes of the past

 

[BiggBoss]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!

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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,

Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.

I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,

But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.

The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,

For you never learned the language of my dreams.

A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost

Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

Lucky person

 

[rustyrose]

I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I wish you healing...not echoes of the past

Yeah

 

[rustyrose]

Lucky person

Not really..

 

[Honey bunch]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!

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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,



Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.



I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,



But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.



The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,



For you never learned the language of my dreams.



A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost



Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

This is hauntingly beautiful, soft, wounded, and quietly powerful.

You have written grief in lace.​

 

[BiggBoss]

Not really..

Why Not?

 

[Anshhi]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!

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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,



Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.



I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,



But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.



The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,



For you never learned the language of my dreams.



A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost



Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

For those who, even from close quarters, cannot understand the language of our hearts, this poem is like a silent protest. Well written.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[criss cross]

For you, My darling
If you ever read!

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A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,



Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.



I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,



But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.



The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,



For you never learned the language of my dreams.



A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost



Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.​

​

Deep, sad, and beautiful.
It feels like loving someone who was close, yet never truly understood.