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Beginnings are made for endings
Like the love that sprouted the day we met
The pain that was left I am silently enduring
In piercing cold this bruised heart melts.
Late at night, I sit by the window
Thinking of the reason why things had to end
Even in my wildest dreams I never dreamt of this
That these hands you held you shall set free
Despite this pain I feel inside
I'll hold on to this love we shared once
Someday I know I'll get over this
And the reason why it happened, I shall understand.
"Beginnings are made for ending" this line captivates me. I like your poem.