Sad poems about love

The rain soaked everything forgotten by love.

The wind blows away the fleeting years broken by love.

The snow drifts away from the heart broken by love.

The memory of the pain of being loved is sealed in ice and dust.

All this ignited the tragedy in my fate.

Let the years sink into the endless abyss

Let my heart drift with the stream...

My heart may be hit by the rocks Tens of millions of pieces.

The illusion of love was destroyed by ignorant consciousness.

No one understands me, no one understands me, and no one cares about me. .

The flowers of love in my world have long withered..

Helpless thoughts burden me every day...

Every morning, I am used to Play a song

The feeling of loss always appears in my heart

I always feel very uncomfortable in my heart

Suppressing loneliness and staying alone This emptiness

Then I silently lower my head and walk to work

Looking at the busy people working hard for their lives

But I work like a walking zombie every day

No goals, no plans

Just to numb the inexplicable feeling of loss in my heart

The figures passing by in the crowd passed by in a flash . .

I am lost in looking for your remaining figure...

All the dreams I once had have been annihilated

What is left are just the rotten memories..

Rust is corroding my torn heart...

Now even if I make a low vow, I can’t fulfill it

The only thing that belongs to me is the dullness. The breath of...

I don’t want to cry for anyone..

I don’t want to give credit for anyone..

If you can, please Bury me in a world of ignorance...

I can no longer afford the feeling of happiness.

It has long been taken away by sadness.

Perhaps I am the one destined to wait

I can only wait sadly.

I know that in the end, the result of my waiting will be that I will only grow old slowly

But I am willing to do so.

What I want is this result, maybe more cruel

Like a fish out of water, all it is waiting for is death..

At this moment I thought of Family.

I love you.

Dad. Mom...

I am sad. I am so sad.

I cried

I cried for love.

Teardrops fell on this old keyboard,

trembling handwriting I wrote a sad page,

I simply wrote about the tragic failure of love,

I had no choice but to deal with it all with self-mutilation.