I cry and hide and shield my eyes,
while hoping one day soon
that someday I can show my face
under the waning moon.
The pieces set, the game’s in play
its time that we begin;
Too bad we had to flip the board
before you got to win.
Is that the play? Is this the hour?
Is this the way I lose?
Or I am just to start again,
forget about the bruise.
I sense this is what life has held
for all the girls who wait
that one day soon we’ll meet the one
we’re not supposed to date.
We’ll love them hard, and hold them tight
and hope to God it’s good,
until we reach that faithful night
when love is ruled by “should”.
Should this be real, should you be there,
should you prepare to fall,
you’ll turn your back, you’ll walk away,
you’ll never love at all.
Author notes
dedicated to the one i can never have
In a list
this poem is very true to me right now, so if there is anything about the content (not style) i'd appreciate it if you kept your tongue.
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Oh Dara, this reminds me of The Saint.
"We'll love them hard, and hold them tight
and hope to God it's good,
until we reach that faithful night
when love is ruled by 'should'."
*stares at the screen and bawls.*
oh no, here I go again...
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thanks dear. ^_^
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This is very deep..
"Is this the way I lose?
Or I am just to start again,
forget about the bruise."
I was deeply moved by that.. This entire thing.. I felt what your words spoke..
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reading this, i kind of wish i didn't know what it was about...
:sigh:
you can call me if you want to talk. or send me an e-mail if you don't want to say anything out loud.
miss you
~ your niki
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