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What is it about love those four letters which don't always inspire trust no not always Did the sky change to a different hue when I met you> Or was it a certain look I thought I saw once in your eyes that was once reserved for me> Did my stomach flip gymnastically or was it merely indigestion> Did I ever hear the wind sigh your name, when no longer I can depend upon you to be with me...or is that simply my sigh> It takes a Hurculean effort to keep those four letters together> Let's be honest, even though we know honesty is as rare as some cancers> The facts: Its easier to find excuses not to care when one's heart/ego has been "crushed." Love becomes filled with bad habits and unspoken, neglected needs, emotional sloth, planned escapes and bad scenes. And let us not forget, the break-ups over the internet, or the misunderstood texts. We use deliberate unkind words and impatience in abundance these days... making basically emotional retards of us all, when really we could all do much better. But we won't, and hence, we don't. I don't know if this is a poem, or a rant or an experiment. Sometimes things just happen and they are necessary on that particular day. Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World February 27, 2016 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author all ideas, rants, poetry, prose is the expressed legal copyright of this work and this site title by this author Vote for this poem |
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