Petals
Loves me.
Words spoken
by the sprinkling dust of the southern
sea
Loves me not.
Hearts broken
when he said he wanted to be
free
Loves me.
Futures planned
for as long as stars twinkled
above
Loves me not.
Hopes dashed
on the ancient alter of our stale
love
Loves me.
Still dreaming
he would hold me in his arms once
again
Loves me not.
Withering flower
I hold with thorns, tears, blood and
pain
Loves me
.
Loves me not
.
Loves me
.
Loves me…
Submitted: February 08, 2022
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Rotten roller-coaster repeats?
Thu, February 10th, 2022 7:24pm
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I know I hate roller coasters also... thank you for the comment Spyguy
Thu, February 10th, 2022 1:23pm
Do this with a Dandelion and drive yourself crazy!
I love your unique poetic idea, the seesaw back and forth - love's tide is like the ocean. The second stanza is telling isn't it? Love is a prison. Emotional shackles. We can never decide if we really want to wear them, don't you think?
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I don’t have time to think….I’m still plucking at your dandelion. I still haven’t decided if love is worth all this hassle
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So there is hope yet. A beautiful sentiment. Simple but no less impactful. Love is double edged sweet when evenly shared and wretched when one-sided.
Wed, February 9th, 2022 10:08amAuthor
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There is always hope... thank you for the hopeful comment
Thu, February 10th, 2022 10:50am