It was like a prison without the bars, to restrain my heart and break my will. And even so, I love you still. But I wish I could still my love for you. Within my grasp and beyond my touch, In a surreal world where I wasn’t supposed to love you anymore, I was sure I could stand no more, as I staggered under my own body’s weight. How long must I wait? The flame that should warm my heart sears it instead. And there, still as a statue, empty as an apparition, and I betrayed myself As I pretended I wasn’t dying inside. I denied myself the truth that is my passion for you. There is no knowing what the future holds, my tears themselves cry out for vision. Grasping but one solitary seed of hope, small as a grain of sand, I wait. I plant it deep within the rich field of my heart, and feel the sprout take root. For as long as my blood runs warm, I nourish that small sweet flower with every breath, And I earnestly await the harvest.
hey, thats a really beautiful poem :0) kudos to you! i understand every single word of it unfortunately love xx
Thank you so much. I was hurting so deeply when I wrote it. It's amazing when people claim that they love you and want you to devote your entire lives to each other, but then a few months down the road, they don't want to work on it, TO MAKE IT WORK. So many people, men and women alike, tend to forget that relationships don't just happen, you have to work at them, meaning you must communicate and find comprimises. If you truly have love in your heart, understanding and patience are not too much to ask. This gentleman I'm speaking of in the poem ended up leaving me for one of my friends. But my freedom was a nice gift, even though I didn't ask for it
Very nice poem! I can feel your feelings through out it That's the only time I can write any type of poetry, is when I'm emotional!
this is a most beautiful poem. i'm glad you commented that it is both men and women who have these hang ups. i can really relate to this poem.
