Open Poetry #43 |
Wonder If It Is Love |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Once sparkling eyes never know tranquility, Searching of you in the empty streets Of The city that never sleeps, Just as I won't sleep this night. I'm a slave of my own devotion, Sinking in tender warmth, Falling into your arms... But it's just in my swollen mind. I keep thinking if it is love, And I wonder if love has brakes. No way! Even if it had, Now and then would still be too late. I'm a prisoner of my pride That's dissolved in your skin's sweet scent. I could draw you if I was blind - It's your face that I can't forget. A calm ocean and a shore - That is what we once used to be: Always close, though never whole, Now you hardly remember me. And my life is a damned card game, Just a patience that's in your hands. But you simply refuse to play. Well, you choose, as you have this strength. |
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TheAnonDavid Member
since 2008-08-28
Posts 237UK |
If you have to stop and wonder if it is love - then it isn't! If it is, you simply know. But I like the arguements your mind sets against itself in a well worked poem. Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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