We search and we search
And we get to the bridge of that
One thing where we have to hand over
Our hearts,
And you question yourself into
The ground,
Asking yourself,
Why?
Then you stop to think?
Just maybe love isn’t for me.
Day 11 of National Poetry Month @ Poetic Asides (Prompt was Maybe( blank)
12 comments:
Wow. A very interesting ending. Excellent piece, indeed.
Sad - when stopping to think makes us feel that love isn't for us. Sadder still to meet those that might believe this. Great job in expressing that sense of hopelessness.
awwwwwwww so sad hope you change your mind about love ....thank you
that is sad, :(
Love should not be questioned at all :(
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/17/the-girl-in-the-corner-so-you-can-remember/
maybe so, Chim. maybe so. I never thought of it that way!
My Potluck Post
They say love is all about giving your heart to someone who can break it, yet trusting them not to.. I personally believe in taking chances because I don't like saying to myself 'What If..??' and even if it turns out wrong... it was worth the experience..!!
ohhh! This was sad.. I feel likewise though..
Love isn't for me..
Hugs xx
can't share the heart -- sad but the honesty saved more tears. huggs :)
This hurts! Excellent.
thanks for sharing this.. just great! my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/
hugs. beautiful!
Luna
Yes, sometimes we ask ourself that don't we. Well done.
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