keeping it to myself

dusk arising



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

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2020 00:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Something I posted two years ago - relived here.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    May that pie in the sky become a reality.

    Love the Mingus.

    Andy

    • dusk arising

      I'm on both physical and emotional lockdown.

    • Neville


      This is so sad .. I have known many poets who write along similar lines and ... who have oft resurrected good uns at regular intervals ..

      much like the proverbial but also very real cyclic SAD seasonal affective disorder ...

      Hope you have a FAB weekend DA

      ... Neville

      • dusk arising

        I posted this two years ago, before my skirmish with cancer, it still captures how i feel. Hoping your weekend is a good one too.

        • Neville



          ................ Now I understand even more .. and my weekend so far could have been an awful lot worse my friend ..

        • Michael Edwards

          A sad read but when the pie appears take a big slice and feed the soul.

          • dusk arising

            If it's put on a plate before me my diet may go out of the window.

          • Lorna

            You're not wrong to keep trying......... the odds are so high it's a wonder anyone finds anyone..........

            • dusk arising

              I'm keeping my head down.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Oh the sorrow in these few lines - the loss of the feel of being loved in return is familiar dear friend and as I read every word my own heart began bleeding. This will reside in my favoured list.

              • dusk arising

                When I posted this two years ago your comments were much the same as you write today. For me there came a time when i realised i was paying an unaffordable price for a chain of disappointment.
                Who was it said "to keep doing the same thing and expect a different result is a sign of madness".
                Thank you for fav this and your kind sympathetic words.



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