It’s not that it’s tainted, not real, or false,
that makes this love hurt, and I wouldn’t say sucks,
but how did this love ever come to be growing
through all this heartache and suffering?
If I let it go, it comes back, haunting me,
like I shouldn’t have released it,
and I forever agree.
But oceans of impossible sorrow lie between,
I sail by starlight; it is dark, hard to see.
This love is more basic that words-
I can’t put it plainly;
think of bare feet on broken glass
and laughing in pain.
If this love ever meets again, it may still be pure,
and the sun may certainly shine warmly through,
then the misunderstanding all over again
from the cruel demons that dance around in here.
This love tainted? No. pure, yes.
Forbidden now? Yes, it is the end.
If I ever wrote what we actually had
you would wonder how it ever came to an end.
It's quite simple, really, life offers many paths,
and now we both have taken them.
“How was it, how about a taste?” they explicitly ask.
But no, it is dear to me yet,
I’ll have to pass.
“Just one little story...” they urge me on,
but I cannot so easily part with
pure love gone wrong.
So where is this love now,
has it been broken?
Is it flung wildly about
with slim hope and small token?
I guess love is so precious
however it plays,
If you can’t share it, then sit quietly apart,
and just be amazed.
Adding your comment:
Hes amazing, youd love him, anyhow, this was magnificent, full of emotion, confusion, but was dead on,, I really liked this one, it stuck with me long after I read it
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