- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The End of Love
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It’s been 100 years since our first High School dance
Where the gleam in your eyes put me into a trance
But the magic between us has taken new form
When it rains, it pours; and I’m caught in a storm
I’m not sure what happened, or where we went wrong
Or why I hate hearing our favorite song
And walks in the park, I remember them well
But now they’re just memories, and that hurts like hell
We built a bridge of toothpicks, then burned it to the ground
I wander through the ashes to see what’s to be found
Shadows of a life I lived 100 years before
Bitter words and photographs, tears, and nothing more
I’m told that it was for the best, I try to act the part
With hollow smiles and laughter from the rubble of my heart
The very fabric of my soul is ripping at the seams
A face I once adored so much now haunts me in my dreams
The cold is overwhelming as I look up at the stars
They say time can heal all wounds; this time it’s leaving scars
My friends- they try to understand but they can hardly see
Although the wound’s not mortal, the pain is killing me
We built a bridge of toothpicks, then burned it to the ground
I weep among the ashes, for among them all I’ve found
Are shadows of the one I loved 100 years before
Broken hearts and promises, tears, and nothing more.
- COMMENTS
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agoThe meter pulls me in at the beginning-Great work! But then you lose it in places. Still, I really like this one. Keep writing!
My Erotic Tailalmost 20 years agoWell now heres a poem I can relate to, I believe in the yin and the yang and this poem has a way of showing how love goes thru that cycle. You said what my heart feels...excellent poetry.
