Misunderstandings

rebmasters

Trying to interpret you like a song I didn’t understand.
My vacuous brain holds nothing
but fragments of some silly stories of lame love.

It’s not even a full song I’m straining to hear.
Trying to rebuild it
from snatches of a melody heard long ago.
Is it the end or just a beginning?

Come in from the cruel cold
and take me to my bed,
make it your own
and I will never leave.

Let me be endlessly destroyed.
It’s all my choice.
I’ll love you no matter what you decide.

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 10th, 2021 09:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    I'm reading the words of a lovestruck soul here who is being bounced around by a sea of if's and maybe's. Good luck if it works out for you but tomorrow and the life after tomorrow will happen either way.

    • rebmasters

      Thank you. Maybe one day I'll try writing about something other than love...but probably not

    • L. B. Mek

      that stormy uncertainty
      where pulses beat with confidence
      while eyes stutter with hesitance
      indivisible, from afar : they frictionally, collide...

      • rebmasters

        Beautiful - thank you



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