I try to write blank verses of conversations i have had at some point in life, or those I have listened to. Some flow easy...some its hard to write. Sometimes its just about a moment, that lives with you for a lifetime. This is another of the few i have written. Hope you enjoy reading it.
I like our relation
just the way it is...
We smile
when we meet
We greet
Often
that's after
many a mile
Our paths cross
once in a while
at different turns
in life...
and we'll be happy
knowing
we knew each other
You say
our paths
would cross often
if you just let it…
She does tread
with caution
“Let the path cross,
and then what?”
was her question.
The short life and living
she took serious...
All he wanted
was a chance.
But for him
nothing was serious
"We both can do
without a hurt
then why?"
Every hurt
is worth the loving
that comes before that
was his reply...
love would not exist
If there was no hurt...
It is part
of being in love
and thereafter
we are back
to loving again.
But why fall in love
when you know
you would get hurt...
Why build dreams
when you know
it won't come true...
Why hope
when there's nothing
to hold on to...
Why believe
things will work...
when it never has
Saying this
she left him thinking
After a pause
he said...
"Poems are not meant to be replied,
they are meant to be read and loved...
I read it, I love it."
Poems are sometimes
looking for an answer
She smiled,
for all its questions.
Unfortunately...
there's none.
"Being loved by you
for a moment
would be enough reason
for me to go through
this painful season."
Love has but died in me...
it was a lonely death...
and she cried alone...
love never dies in anybody,
some just choose
to shut the way.
It's buried now...
and she has walked away
from there...
never to return.
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