You tried your best to push me away
The louder I called, the faster you fled
I begged and I pleaded for you to just stay
Till the pupils of my eyes, with despair, had bled
The seeds of love
Then withered and dried
The eyes still kept seeking
Though the torrents had dried
You kept a clear distance
There was no place for me
You had made it truly clear
Even the blind could see..
My heart then turned to stone
And now, I do not mourn
The winds have scattered the feelings I had
I was bereft, now am just sad
The barrenness of my heart
Turned it to hard rock
No wonder this had happened
It too, was in shock.
Love is never a one-way street
If you want to get, you also need to give
Now try as you will, you cannot touch me
Now it’s your turn to chase, and mine to just flee
So let us break up
And make a clean start
For you have now forfeited
The place in my cold heart
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2022 01:04
- Comment from author about the poem: loce is never a one way street. to get one has to give too
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
'The eyes still kept seeking
Though the torrents had dried'..
ain't it always the case, dear poet
(bright green fields, ahead
a horizons sea, full of fish
and yet
we drag our feet, look back
at that barren land, we just
can't
let go - of, without taring
away
a part of ourselves, this
our burden for loving, with all
we've got to give, every time...)
yes this journey is always painful. it is better to let go, and seek greener pastures, and live life, instead of moping
have a good day
thanks and regards
nafisa
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