...but he says he loves me
and I'm lying here in the discontent staining our sheets
trying to reconcile what is love
and what is being left on the playground
is he truly ready to be my one?
to be the one that has to accept responsibility
for anything(one) that may come along?
peering through half-closed eyes,
I am trying to decipher
what is real, and what is a lover's lullaby
that false sense of security shall surely be the death of me
the turn of the head,
the bounce of the hair,
the twinkle in the eyes
and giggles deep inside
are all these great indicators that I have a keeper
but does he love me?
he said that he does...
and at this time,
I
choose
to
believe
him...
even though I know it isn't true
A contest entry
- & I should know, that you're no good for me. by innocence jaded.xx.
1300 points, ended November 27, 2008, 38 entries
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Wow. I had to take a deep breath after reading this poem;; especially the last part: "I choose to believe in him...even though I know it isn't true." Beautiful. Thanks for entering & good luck
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