Open Poetry #1 |
not in your box... |
ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
You constantly tell me how I feel... you measure my actions, as though your perception were real ... What gives you the right, to read my mind, to search through my soul... and throw out what you find... Seems like a contest of who loves who more... but is there a way to actually keep score... I don't think my love fits into your box... see it can't be confined, only unlocked ... So, stop for a minute, stop trying to define it there's much more to my love, than you seem to acknowledge... I'll tell you a secret you may have forgotten... Love can't be measured, it can't be bought... but can be forsaken and so easily lost... If you're willing to accept it for what it stands for... Why can't you stop looking back to see if there's more... [This message has been edited by ac (edited 07-05-99).] |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
I relate to this one......been there, done that...lol |
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ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
Yeah, that feeling of "what else do you want"...and not being able to find what else to give.... |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Good message, ac. People only remain satisfied for a little while. Then they want more. We should be happy with what we've got and anything extra that might come along would be a wonderful surprise. Well written, my friend |
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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
I agree, Ac.. this is a worthy piece... -Christina |
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ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
Thank you Balladeer and Christina...it is so frustrating to be open and giving and having that not be enough...after a while what else in there... |
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