keeping it to myself (revisited)

dusk arising

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.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2021 05:20
  • 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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  • Saxon Crow

    There are other types of love Dusk. For example, the love of sticky toffee pudding. Dont ever give up on love. Lovely poem

    • dusk arising

      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.

      • Saxon Crow

        ....... No comment.........

      • Neville


        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

        • dusk arising

          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.

        • orchidee

          A fine write dusk.
          I could do with a pork pie. Is that in the sky?! lol.

          • dusk arising

            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.

          • Goldfinch60

            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

          • L. B. Mek

            (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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