You still live in the past
Like some old crutch dragging you further to your knees
Wake Up, I know what you see
The blood soaked underwear was just life, primal
The vultures stopped circling years ago
They died as well
Just like the love, remember
New horizons, that’s what they say
Make the distance pay
Yet, here we are again
Broken people
Glue us back together
The cracks still show
I once thought, build a three-storey house
Me at the top, you at the bottom, love in the middle
That way we both get a bit of something
Wouldn’t that be great
Few years from now
You walk up the stairs
Love is waiting
Wouldn’t that be great
Just don’t climb any higher
You left the past behind, remember.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2022 05:59
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Wow! I think that is the most clever and vivid analogy of a lost love that I've ever seen. The way love will always be in the middle, but if the third floor is walked upon, it'll just be a "thing of the past." Bravo!
Thanks, Rocky.
excellent poem, i like it, keep shining dear : )
Thanks, Sally.
Loves, relationships are what life is built upon. They touch us, shape us, and always leave their shadow. Hopefully time helps us put things in perspective. A wonderful read!
Thanks, Bella.
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