Taking chances

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We have to take chances
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I knew this would happen, when you asked me to dance
That I’d just end up hurt, but I still took the chance.
I said that I loved you - you’d stolen my heart
And now you’ve returned it, it’s broken apart.
Should I pick up the pieces and block out the pain
And know, if I do, it could happen again?
I guess I will have to - I don’t have a choice
But again I’ll be lured by a Siren-like voice.
Again I will promise and vows will be sworn
And again will my heart in ribbons be torn.
So tell me, dear Reader, for I don’t have a clue
It might help to know if this happened to you.

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stickygirlstickygirlabout 3 years agoAuthor

Levitating Bed - love it :D

Levitating_BedLevitating_Bedabout 3 years ago

If you knew it would happen then why take the chance?

Does the pain at the end exceed the joy of dance?

If you love - your heart's given, it hasn't been stolen.

You've assumed all risk that it might come back to you broken.

The question is whether the breaks were malicious,

And was the choice to love sound, or was it somewhat capricious?

And try not to succumb to the siren like voice -

the quiet one inside you is a much better choice.

And if you then must project, or imagine the future,

think of one that is healed, not a fresh wound with sutures.

Hope, kindness, and patience, are always the key.

These are the things that I learned when it happened to me.

MsNatalie99MsNatalie99about 3 years ago

A beautiful and painful use of rhyme. One that I feel many can relate to. I was especially touched by the way you reached out to the reader, both asking for, and offering support. Bravo. I will be adding your work to the New Poems Recommendations Thread.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=93497456#post93497456

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowabout 3 years ago

The heart-shard superglue might have become old

but most of the shape restored, it seems to hold.

So what I can state

'broken' is not a fate,

and even though a few parts are missing

there's therapy from the one I keep kissing.

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Thanks for sharing

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