dusk arising

keeping it to myself

 

 keeping it to myself

though i often fool myself i begin to see
i'm giving away love too easily
there's so little left inside for me
i guess having a big hungry heart
i'm susceptible i want love for keeps
but everytime it's a masquerade
and with every walking away
i feel my soul bleed

goodbye to loving and its sweet caress
your rosey thorn has cut me too deep
the final chapter in a book of torment
as i lay love down to sleep
here on in and for the rest of my days
im gonna hold this head up high
finding me something else to do
cos for me love's just a pie in the sky

Comments8

  • Santita

    What honest and relatable words you have penned and in such a lovely, yet heart wrenching, way. The sadness of this piece cut me like a thorn. And I am mired in the sorrow. Love is going to come your way, it may not be now, but probably when you least expect it. Raw and beautiful poetry

  • Michael Edwards

    It might be a pie in the sky but it has sweet crust pastry - just reach for a slice.

  • Goldfinch60

    Such a sad write as there is love out there for all of us, sometimes it can be difficult to find.

  • orchidee

    Yes, a sad write. But there's more love there, I'm sure!

  • Fay Slimm

    The read from line one sears the heart - there is nothing so sad than giving love out and receiving naught back - - a write to remember D.A. - into my faves.

  • Poetic Dan

    Wow.. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself may your days go forward in harmony and as you so bravely hold that head high with a wonderful heart open can it attract what you deserve.

    Much love and respect

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Nice poem with a touch of sad,
    It might just be a season, love can always come back in the next & it could be to stay. Best wishes.
    🙂

  • kevin browne

    i see the love fading away from you in your work. Normally when this happens the intentions of what you've lost will come back sometime. Deepening is the thought of how to change the aspect of something feeling sad, lost, and lonely can actually turn out to be something unsuspectingly, and surprisingly good because love mostly returns upon a summers day when you least expect it. One day the clouds will clear through the sunlight of your perception to reveal a landscape of thought so intrinsically beautiful that you will almost declare yourself a God. Take your losses in your hand and throw them far away. That way you can catch your new falling star to brighten up your belief in love.

    • dusk arising

      Wonderful comment, thank you. Yes i agree with you wholeheartedly.



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