Love is a strong word they say and delineate, every heart small and big, every laugh and every cry to love me or love me not, the childish game we all played, strong or week, love is a game one wrong move hurting it all..loves me loves me not..
-
Author:
Sayge Hail (
Offline) - Published: July 1st, 2021 15:49
- Comment from author about the poem: So personally this poem means a lot to me I'm young and i know what it's like to play this game of plucking pedals from a flower saying he loves me he loves me not i thought adding some meaning to it would make it something special!
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Offline)
Comments1
this is only, One: type of love
the frail, kind it seems.
but there are some love's
that survive, generational divides
and some love's
that simply, weren't meant to be: painfully.
the trick, is learning
from each failed love we encounter
to perfect, that art
of knowing when that connection to another
we're forming, is genuine - natural
and worth a gamble;
or its simply, a warped manifestation
from our desperation to escape, being alone
and born from our fear
of not finding someone to Love - US...
so first, we must insure we find that love
from within, thereby acknowledging
we do not Need - to Love, or Be - Loved
we Choose - to Love,
and so we can better choose - Who: we Love...
(looks so easy to say and write - right?
and yet, I too traverse this life
with a shattered heart, dear Poet
so I understand
if you find my comment infuriating, still
I'm just sharing what little insight
I've managed to glean, of Love)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.