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Kept it confided in this hollow chest
Endangered by this sensation at its best
Intimacy and passion are raging in
Tenderly breaking and wanted to be seen
Hidden attraction wordlessly being visible
Altering our very nature by your love’s gamble
Listening to my heart which leads me to the edge
Daring me to feel your heart’s secret message
Rapture me by the intensity of your will
Indulging me with a promise for us to seal
Never imagined I could feel this desire for you
Submit myself and risk everything through
Admiration blinded me to seize uncertainty
Nonetheless it just gives me a total insanity
For all this time, I am the only one who’s fallen
Ended wounded by your words I’ve mistaken
Lovers we are supposed to become
Indifference replaces what we came from
Promise of friendship is forever broken
Embrace me my stranger, the one you forsaken
the pain of my understanding
After reading your poem and your comment of explanation, I can understand... There is a woman who I had known for A few years and we were very dear friends, then one day we became more.. Not sure how it happened but I fell hard. After a few months she started acting different. Eventually, we split up. I didn't understand... Then people we both knew told me she had been going around telling everyone how she had me wrapped around her finger and how she could get anything she wanted from. Me.
I learned she was using me for just whatever she could get from me...
I was crushed... We no longer are friends and we don't talk anymore, I rarely see her but when I do... (sighhh) I still feel my heart skip a beat, take my breath away and feel hope... But I won't let myself be a fool again... So I say nothing, look the other way, and move on...
Sometimes even tho we move on... Our heart doesn't, It takes our mind to force ourselves to walk on... I love your writings, you write like I do...
Good luck and never stop hoping for love...
ChryWizard (Paul)
As the eyes are the windows of our soul,
My poetry is the windows of my heart!!!
hi thanks :)
Thankyou Miss. I really appreciate the encouragement. It's really been a while, but I think I hardly moved from where I am left. Funny thing is I'm still hoping despite everything. :) THANKYOU THANKYOU :)
Diana
I Wish
I could write about men who broke my heart, but it would turn into a novel. Anyway when I think of them and that r a r e l y I want to load the gun and buy a ticket. Nor really, but it's the thought that counts. I'm 66 - kinda late for hoping that 98 year old prince is gonna show :D hope springs eternal! ~A~
I wish
Well my lady if it's a little late for you to hope you find that "98" year old lover then Im in bigt trouble... Because I'm a hopeful romantic,,and I just turned 60 in Sept. . And I don't need a little blue pill to make things work...LOL
Paul
As the eyes are the windows of our soul,
My poetry is the windows of my heart!!!