Broken
-by MVB
Why is it when I ask “You love me?”
You never want us to elope
But always find a way to show me
And make me feel like there was hope?
Why is it always when I watch you
It feels like heaven deep inside
But every time I’m not around you
My only friend’s the wind that cried?
Why when we have our time together
I never want the world to end
But you dismiss the words I tell you
Like they were nothing but pretend?
What can I do to make you trust me
What can I say so you’ll believe
What rules are there to be broke
To show you that my love is real?
What inquisitions can destroy me
What plague can cease my thoughts today
What catastrophic act can perish
My love to set me free from fray?
I don’t believe there is an answer
To what I want and I desire
And lonely in this world forever
I’ll wander lost until I tire.
But even when my soul will vanish
And frail body will succumb
My heart will give its last performance
For you alone, on broken drum.
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Author:
Marius (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2011 07:51
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Very fascinating. Delightful. Beautiful, bitterSWEET. Heartbroken with love for the elusive her....who apparently can string him along so promisingly, yet so dishearteningly. But he is so passionately taken that he virtually vows to love her forever, regardless.....ah, how romantic! I quite enjoyed your symbolism, how you so eloquently expressed the situatio, and your wonderfully poetic conclusion....absolutely delightful!!!
You always have very nice things to say. Thank you much for your wonderful feedback.
You are very welcome...my pleasure...glad to have met! (but I should edit my comments for typos...hahaha)
Typos shouldn't matter on the internet; everyone makes the. As long as the essence of the message comes through, that's all that matters.
Make me laugh out loud! Did you do that on purpose to make your point? Thanks for the lenience, but it still reflects on each of us, the hasty passion perhaps, of our responses, or our general carelessness....all in all, a reflection for good or ill, seems undeniably to me. (Now did I leave any typos......?!)
VERY NICE...I HAVE BCUM UR FAN!
Thank you kindly
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