Sentimental prose poems. There are not only happiness and happiness in life, but also misfortune and difference. Life is made into a perfect life by these ups and downs. When you are sad and lonely, you can look at these sentimental prose poems and maybe speak your mind.
Sentimental prose poem 1 At this moment, sitting in the waiting hall of the airport, my heart is full of you, and my melancholy mood is beyond words. I'm really disappointed. I really don't want to leave you and miss you very much. When I am alone, I fantasize about putting a pocket on my chest and putting you in. I can take it out when I miss you. You are so alive in reality, and I can only look at you from a distance in Qilu. Although I can't see you so far away, I feel I can see you, because the heart of missing will bring us closer.
After being separated twice, I have different feelings. Although our contact time is not long, only a short month or so, but some things are not measured by time. You have quietly become a part of my life. When I left today, your hug made me cry silently. In order not to let you see, I pretended to be strong. Do you think I'm a little weak and worthless? Actually, it's not entirely because of my affection or my personality.
Thousands of miles away, my heart is still not calm. I am used to living with you, and I can't accept a person's life at once. It is said that love makes people stupid, makes people no longer strong, and makes people no longer bear loneliness and loneliness. This is probably the power of love!
You have repeatedly said that my emotional intelligence is not high and I have many shortcomings. I've made excuses. Looking back, the excuses at that time were pale and powerless. In fact, we all give our best side to strangers and our worst side to the people we love most. I think it's because we're too
We care about everything the people we love most say. We put on masks and armor for strangers, but take off masks and armor for the people we love most.
In retrospect, unconsciously, it has been more than a month since we met, knew each other and fell in love. Although the time is short, those happy fragments have already been deeply engraved in my heart. As long as I can't see you every day, my heart will sting and suffocate. When we first met at the airport exit 7, I suddenly believed in fate. Before that, I lived aimlessly. From your appearance, like a rainbow after a storm, my life is stained with seven colors, which makes me deeply understand the meaning of happiness and how wonderful it is to have you.
You and I know each other, and I know that this is probably God's arrangement. He arranged for me to meet you and love in my thirties. How happy I am to have you, and I will cherish this hard-won thing. Manage this relationship with heart.
All this time, I didn't know what I was expecting. Since I met you, I understand that with your company, I won't feel so lonely and lonely even in a distant place, because you can make me miss you, and your shadow and dribs and drabs are swirling in my mind. I promised to love you forever, we will never leave, and we will always be together until we are old ... so far I have never given up my promise and persistence. No matter whether you are by my side at this moment, everything, you are the beautiful girl I cherish the most and can't let go. Being able to have you is probably a miracle I never believed in!
To tell the truth, in the eyes of others, you may not be a beautiful girl, but in my heart, you are the most beautiful in both mind and appearance. In my heart, you are a bit like the moon in the sky and a twinkling star. It's a pity that I'm not a very good writer or a poet. Otherwise, you will use the most beautiful words and thousands of poems in the world to describe your beauty.
If you are the best gift from God, then letting me meet you is the best gift from God.
Missing is like a river, flowing to the sea and my heart. I want to pin my thoughts on the scattered stars. May that little star shine in front of your window and sleep with you.
I want to grow old with you.
I am willing to wait for your warm smile in early spring as time goes by.
Good night, my eternal love, although you have fallen asleep at this time, my heart has flown to your side to accompany you, smell your body fragrance, touch your hair and accompany you until dawn.
Sentimental prose poem 2 Time flies, and the years are in a hurry. In the years of youth, there are laughter, sadness, tears, and more regrets and sentimentality.
In my youth, there are your memories and his memories.
Maybe I should have been the seed of sadness and came to this beautiful world with melancholy blue. My youth is full of decadent colors, but not bright and colorful. Only blue.
Sadness is the color that youth gives me. I am used to a person's tears, a person's seaside, because at that time my dream was broken, and there were no more beautiful butterfly knots in my sky. Record that sad day in sad words. The unspeakable pain, perhaps only words can record that sadness, that dream, and the moment it broke.
At that moment, my youth was doomed to be sad. I dare not face those fragments and don't want to think about those beautiful things. Everything is gray, and I miss the broken life in my space.
I no longer believe in a world with dreams. At the moment when the dream was broken, my heart was so painful that I was at a loss. Tears rolled down my cheeks and melted into my skin. Everything is no longer beautiful.
The memories of youth are chilly, and yesterday is far away. I stand at a new starting point with sadness, but things have changed, and my original dreams have been fragmented. The pieces that cannot be pieced together are the thorny past.
I can never return to my original dream, innocence and happiness under the sky. I am no longer a butterfly with colorful wings, but a butterfly with broken wings, which can't fly over the sea.
Accustomed to a person in the dark, telling his heart to the sky, no longer have the enthusiasm for struggle. I am just decadent every day, accustomed to the taste of decadence, and I can't find any mistakes about the past in other worlds. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong.
But I still look up at the color of the sky, blue sadness, a person's sky, quiet blue, blue is a little melancholy, and the courage to pursue my dreams was left in the mulberry field at that time, unable to pick up my memory.
Build your heart into a mansion, the sadness of youth, the loss of youth, the memories of youth, the tears of being alone in the mansion, and the rustling wind are blowing in my ears.
A tear explains the pain, the beauty of the dream, and the chase at that time. I don't want to mention the heart injury at that time, just because I am used to the decadent taste and gray space, a person's memory falls, takes off and disappears.