Though i've often fooled myself i begin to see
I've been giving away love too easily.
There's so little left inside for me.
I guess having a big hungry heart
makes me susceptible, i want love for keeps.
But everytime it's a masquerade
and with every walking away
I feel my soul bleed.
So it's 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 down love to sleep.
From 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.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this and posted it on MPS in 2018 after a loving relationship had gone down the plughole. I revisit it today, slightly altered, as much for myself as for any other reason, just to reassure myself I am still of this frame of mind.
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There are other types of love Dusk. For example, the love of sticky toffee pudding. Dont ever give up on love. Lovely poem
Sticky toffee pudding has entertained me occasionally but i reall ought to be writing about the substitutes for missing love life's effect on my ever increasing waistline. Action is needed.
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As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no targets
Like shackles made of snow ...
words courtesy of the late great poet LNC ... but seemingly most fitting here today .....
Neville
Great words indeed. However I'm looking ahead to spoiling my selfish side in the years ahead once i have completed one or two little projects i am in the middle of.
A fine write dusk.
I could do with a pork pie. Is that in the sky?! lol.
Lidl do a nice big pork pie for the right money if they'll let you in. I went to Skye for a weeks holiday in 2002, it's very beautiful but no pork pies were forthcoming.
The love of my life passed away but I know what true love is and that love that I had for her will never happen again - but she is still with me in Spirit.
Andy
(a great read Dusk
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply
and sorry if you don't like chocolate either
just a handy metaphor)..
some people only like milk chocolate
for all that meltingly sweet goodness,
some people like bitter chocolate, best
so they never forget and repeat that mistake,
but, maybe what is truly best
is that 70% cocoa: quality chocolate, of acceptance;
as brittle as any love,
but never as sickeningly sweet
as those romcom depictions
and yet, full of enough emotional sustenance
to allow us, to hope
while accepting, that romantic love
is merely: a single aspect of love
there's much more to life
than our track record, of romantic relationships..
for instance
there's all that alcohol chocolate
to drown our sorrows, in...
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