- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Running Out...
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Click hereSometimes the fires burn
Brightest at the start
Before they slowly then
Start to eventually fizzle apart
Burnt out that we now are
For the reasons I know, yet scout
Wish we never...
Wish we never...ran out
Of things...
Of things...to talk about
Why were we front-loaded?
How come it became so wrong?
Putting everything in the sprints
I think I forgot about the marathon
Oasis of the race was just a mirage
It's back to desert now, back to drought
Wish we never...
Wish we never...ran out
Of things...
Of things...to dream about
An infinite vicious circle
Is all what I've now become
Not one of it's elements
I'm the entire continuum
I'm tired of being me(?)
Definitely tired of all the doubt
Wish we never...
Wish we never...ran out
Of things...
Of things...to despise about
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year ago"Partners?"
Forgive me for belabouring the obvious, but were you what you imply, that wouldn't be plural. Right?
It's the internet, even a dog can be a 6'3, 230 lb street fighting god who dates Vicki's Secrets models.
HAND :)
ScottishTexanabout 1 year agoFor the most part, I'm extremely good at choosing my own partners so that I never end up here. But I've seen many others that have arrived there and even a few have admitted to the failure you have described.
A relationship like the one depicted by your poem can ALWAYS be attributed to one main problem. Both sides of the relationship focused strictly on the physical attraction to their partner without seeing the real person within.
Physical attraction is the catalyst while emotional attraction is the path to true love.
AzureAshabout 1 year agoAuthor@GoldFreya: Thank you so much 😊
@29wordsforsnow: A harsh truth, despite how hard you try to convince yourself...
GoldFreyaabout 1 year agoI really like your poem alot. It speaks to that isolation in your separateness, and sadness, the solitary pain of "not going the distance". Beautiful imagery, and so well done.
