1+2 does not mean free.
Why must beauty already be gone?
Why must love be a sad, sad song?
Why do I keep on falling for the wrong one?
Why did I not meet you, before you tried that ring on?
Love is stupendous! And stupidly stupid.
Thanks a lot Cupid, look who you stuck me with.
Did you miss-fire or was this all planned?
Stupid Cupid, stupid arrow,
Stuck through the one who already has a man.
Narrow boats float side by side,
Along the river and into the blue.
Pictures painted from the bank only ever show two,
But under the clock more are seen,
And the one that was one, hopefully to become two,
Was eventually seen to be only a possibility of three.
Water shore, climb out of bed,
Forget the thoughts of dread that leave me dead.
Inside no heartbeat; beating myself up.
Another drug gone; lost to love.
A rainbow shone from inside those eyes,
And those lips they spoke of heat;
But worthless was the truth, which stood in front of the lies,
Because they have already met someone to love
And I have no interest in becoming a three.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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Comments2
Wow..amazing work here...the entire concept of love and relationships and how they work...it's because that relentless fucking pipsqueek is forever attempting to destroy that bliss that happens between two people...so, people retreat into their own little worlds and feel that they have to shut out the rest of the world, which is not at all healthy in the long run...because everyone needs more than just one other soul to fulfill their destinies..in any event...great poem....take care
Thank you.
There is always someone who wants what you have and hopefully what you have is strong enough to ignore those type of people, but unfortunately this is not always the case.
Peace, love and empathy.
Clever title......... good take on complications of relationships!
Thank you.
I have seen too many relationships where three does not mean free.
Peace, love and empathy.
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