My heart is not for stirring dear
My heart is dead
Not a single longing beat you'll hear
So I plead please carefully tread
I wonder of an ancient time
With wildish willing easy open heart
A place where love could bind
Of secret picnics and lovers' start
I wonder of the darkened days
With empty soul, keen to please
A submissive role in reckless plays
We turned me into love's disease
And so was born sadness
In place of love
Endless emptiness
In place of belief in love
I have been told too often
Love is not for me
I am too scarred too rotten
Soulful sacred love cannot reside in me
I locked my heavy beating heart in a cage
I threw away the key
The cell slowly quashed that pounding rage
Love is not for me!
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Comments5
I’m not sure how to react to this poem.
Should I feel pity?
Your words sound so certain.
No remorse, no looking back.
You won’t always feel this way.
Or perhaps you will!
Nice write.
Resa
Oh no not pity.
I would never wish to envoke that!
Thanks for reading
Wonderful poem! Guess it’s conflicting whether to be lonely or in love but both come with pain in my opinion
Thanks. Life is full of conflicts I guess.
I suppose in the end there is nothing.
I guess that's how I feel it has ended.
A heart so eager unable to feel in the end.
I can completely relate, trying to find love but it’s just disappointments so much that it turns you into this some sort of emotionless person who doesn’t want to be loved or love any more!
But maybe the heart is and has been loved. Just not how it needed. Toxic love burns hope more than no love at all 🖤
Enjoy!
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