The habit of laughing
and then crying
It was never like that
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It was never like that.... it should never be... A beautiful poem revealing inner emotions and rattling suffocations, smokes of ennui... artfully expressed ... loved it... Thanks
When you were immersed in the tides of feeling, you knew instinctively how to play and share. Now looking back your feelings are tangled; regrets and judgments have become part of the mixture. The unfolding of a relationship alienates us from the primary feelings. It is good to affirm what it originally was.
It indeed wasn't like that, of course...well, I immensely like the simple rhythmic refrain of its never having been like that. And this is a pretty sweetly woven poetic magic at the very least - the raw, 'first-felt' libertine's expressions/diction being the obvious stylistic strength in all your sterling poetic nuggets posted on this wonderful platform. Kudos!