Grief is the price paid for love
No one can afford.
Because when the light’s gone out
It’s darker than before.
Grief is the price paid for love
No one knows how to say.
Because grief is never settled
It’s a price that can’t be paid.
Grief is the price we pay for love
It may change, but never leave.
So as long as we will live and love,
We will always grieve.
My name is Evie H. I am from Northern Ireland, and I am an unpublished poet. I write poetry to try to process the complicated nature of life. I try to use humour in poetry because I often find if you are not laughing about life, you are crying. I love a broad range of poets but particularly Pam Ayres and John Cooper Clarke.
This is my instagram: @pintstoprose_
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This is really sad and beautiful.
Really beautiful ❤️