It's over, what am I to do with out your presence
You have always been the reason For my confidence
How can I show the feelings that I have for you
When I look back at all the problems that you put me through
I'm tired of all the pain and all the lies
I don't know why I didn't make a better decision when saw all these signs
When you love some one do you purposely try to hurt them?
Especially when it's so hard to get that love one out your system
I promise to love you till the day I die
So please give me your heart so we can finally share mine
I just want to show you what's truelove really looks like
So I beg you to let me make you smile
They say it's better to love than lost but I wish I never loved at all
Now that you can't be found I feel like you have broken down my walls
Left me with the question of what it would have been like
If we had only been doing right
Sometimes that's what life gives you
It's up to us to make it work so our dreams can come true
One may never know what true love is like
Unless the they're looking for the light
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unfortunately it seems those we love most are the the ones we end up hurting...disappointing...we are responsible for our own dreams though you know...
A very powerful lament about love. This poem describes how powerful the yearning for love can be. A nice read.
Love can be such a fickle passion...
What a hauntingly beautiful write! The thing about love is that there is always more to give and to recieve.
Blessings,
Marion
"Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." ~Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"
the title of the blog is the one that caught my attention... i like it...
JJRod'z
Yes, Love can be tricky.
i think we give pieces of our heart away
if we knew the length of their residence elsewhere
perhaps we would be more cautious
but then we would wind up with nothing but our whole heart,
just an organ pumping
rather than the flute it becomes
memories fingering windpipe holes
like yesterday's reasoning and tomorrow's knowledge
perhaps there is no getting over
only through
as seems right
love is not something to be overcome, but to become one with
reconciled in either the having
or the have not
decks delt, cards stacked
but there remains the space of it
the shape it was, and always is
melodic and missing.
~Annie
I know what it feels like when a heart breaks
Love pulls a blindfold over the eyes of perspective - 2 years after my break up and I'm just lifting up the corners to peek out with a new awareness. ... If these are words based on recent happenings, then I send you hug, and the knowledge that this time next year, things will be better x