lost - Blackout Poetry Notes

If You’re Honest

I lost all chance of you,
I did want you.
And there won't be another chance.
And I hate it.
If you're honest, so am I.

For a fleeting instant
she flashed her hidden depths
concealed inside her,
and he saw
that distant look
as if she had lost something.

Utterly lost
in our intimacy,
I did not want to
break the spell.

The lonely life of a poet
is the primary source
of poems on
lost love.

Years lost - and yet,
I've never felt happier.
I know everything in life,
little by little,
is good.

Writing poetry is a compulsion
because I have
lost love.

You cannot comprehend
how incomplete my life looked
when I had lost her.