N.N. Nicky - Writing: Short Stories, Poetry

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   Acceptance of Love When I fell in love with you, I knew it wasn't going to be like what people said. Some said love was hard, and some said love was easy. I didn't know the pain of loving someone until I met you. Love came so sudden, but with you, it was all I wanted. Your love was all that I dreamed of from a lover. You gave me tenderness and gave me all the passionate kisses when I wanted them and needed love. You loved me with all your heart, but when you walked away, those kisses vanished with the air I breathed. In the game of love, I’ve learned to accept. The acceptance of love, pain, tears, sorrows, and the heartbreaking moments when I’m without you. In the game of love, I’ve learned to accept the heartache and agony of losing someone I love dearly. Can you feel the pain inside me right now? Do you still love me like you once did? All the memories of love, pain, and sorrow still remain inside me. What are you feeling now that you’re without me in your arms?

    A Warm Hand The hands that felt so warm and the arms that held me so tenderly during those cold winter days, how I miss them. I let go of your love, and I can’t blame anyone but myself now that love has left me cold and lonely. I’m like a snowflake melting through the warmth of the sun. How can I ask you to come back when you might’ve already found someone else? I wish I had and could’ve given you more, but now all I can give myself are regrets. I regret that I’d let you go, and I regret how I could’ve loved you more and treated you better. I’d blamed you for not loving me right, but perhaps it has always been me who’d ignored your love. Now the word sorry seems to be like water. Once the water dries out, you can’t get it back. I wish I could take back the words I’d said to you. I wish I could bring back yesterday to make our love more beautiful. But yesterday is forever yesterday, and those days have forever left us. All I can do now is wish for something that can never come back.

   A Love Letter I’m sitting here writing to you with my heart and mind thinking of you. In that place where you’re now, what are you doing? Is the sun shining down on your beautiful smile? Is the wind blowing through your tender hair? Here, the rain’s falling, making it so sad when I have to remember of you. Tonight, when I close my eyes to sleep, I hope I’ll dream of you. In my dreams, I hope I’ll hear your voice and hear the laughter I’m missing. Tomorrow, when we meet again, I hope the sun will shine on us. I hope to walk with you down the roads hand in hand like we always do. Right now, I hope the love from my heart will fill you with joy when you read this letter. I’ll wait for you to write back to me in the loneliness of the night. Your love will brighten the dark starless nights. Your love will burn through the tears in the days to come. The love I have of you in my heart will melt away the fear and the loneliness of being without you. 

   In celebration of Poetry Month:  A Fool for You I was a fool in love when you walked into my life. You told me how much you loved me and how beautiful I looked. You told me how you couldn’t sleep when you closed your eyes because you kept on seeing my wonderful smile and lovely lips in your dreams. I was a fool when you told me how much my love meant to you. I was a fool to give you everything and to trust you. But how could I have not loved your words? The words that praised me and made me cry. When you told them to me, they went through my heart. I loved you with everything in my life. I was a doll, a puppet, and you were playing your lies on me. The tears of laughter turned to the tears of pain when you told me you never loved me. You never meant a single word you said. Everything you said, they were all so wonderful and so hard not to love. Those lies, they were the killers of love. A fool for you, and a fool to have loved you so dearly.  Even though you don’t love me, I still l

   In celebration of Poetry Month: A Dream Love is all but a dream when the first kiss comes to you and you wish and hope that it’d stay forever. Love is all but a dream when hand in hand we walk down the road on that one beautiful spring day. We watch the birds fly and watch the flowers blossom along the alley of love. Love is all but a dream when we watch the sun fades away with the afternoon hours. You hold me tight, and I hold you tight. Love is so sweet, yet when we close our eyes, love is all but darkness. A dream I have every night with you or without you. I dream of the kisses and happiness I’d have once I find you. And when I do find you, I’d find the heartbreak because one happy spring day, I’ll wake up without you. The flowers will die along the fading alley of love. Dreams will no longer float like our hearts when we’re in love. Love is all a big dream when one autumn day passing down the same alley, meeting face to face, we realize what we had together is nothing but a dre

 In celebration of Poetry Month: Acceptance of Love When I fell in love with you, I knew it wasn't going to be like what people said. Some said love was hard, and some said love was easy. I didn't know the pain of loving someone until I met you. Love came so sudden, but with you, it was all I wanted. Your love was all that I dreamed of from a lover. You gave me tenderness and gave me all the passionate kisses when I wanted them and needed love. You loved me with all your heart, but when you walked away, those kisses vanished with the air I breathed. In the game of love, I’ve learned to accept. The acceptance of love, pain, tears, sorrows, and the heartbreaking moments when I’m without you. In the game of love, I’ve learned to accept the heartache and agony of losing someone I love dearly. Can you feel the pain inside me right now? Do you still love me like you once did? All the memories of love, pain, and sorrow still remain inside me. What are you feeling now that you’re witho

 In celebration of Poetry Month: A Day Without Love There’ll be a day when the winter wind comes and sweeps away your love. There’ll be a day when the leaves begin to fall down on me from the dying autumn sky. There’ll be a day when the words that come out of your mouth will hurt me painfully, and this day, I’ll pray our love will last forever. There’ll be a song written for you when you walk away and break my heart in half. There’ll be melodies flying above the sky when that day comes and when you let go of my hands. I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know if I’ll cry or laugh when the word goodbye finally comes out of your mouth. A day without love will be a day without sunshine. It’ll be an afternoon without the laughter like those many afternoons when you laughed with me, when you called me up, and when you asked me if I loved you. A day without love will be an evening without the moon. A day without love will be a night without the stars that you once said were my smiles shining d

 April is Poetry Month.  Write a poem to celebrate :-D

Beside from Time   Nothing kills me more than time. Time goes so fast I wish I could stop time from passing by. I wish I could go back in time to relive those days with you. We knew each other not that long. I fell in love with you so quickly I didn’t bother to think twice before I agreed to marry you. I wish we could’ve waited longer because when the lights went out, you were gone. There were no more footsteps and no more sounds of your beating heart. You left me in a cold winter day. I couldn’t cry because my tears were gone. I couldn’t cry because my heart was frozen in time. I wish I could’ve known that your love for me was a big lie. Nevertheless, even though your love was a lie, there were happy times together that I still hold on to today. Time has made me grow older while I’m still in love with you. Time has killed me slowly in the pain of love.