when he comes near

Maybe I was born to love you and let you go

not to have and to hold

i dont know

why for some the tale of love ends like so

i feel like a ghost

i try to be found

no one sees me here

i forget i am lost

when he comes near

in the end its better to love than not at all

he cant leave me alone maybe my heart is stone or maybe the mystery is unknown

i just go with the flow

its easier to grow fat on fantasy

maybe thats what Persephone needed when she swallowed those pomegranate seeds

maybe she knew he was watching

she felt the urge for touching

something about Hades made her want to stay

maybe she wasn't tricked like the story says

who knows

sometimes you just hold on to the little love notes

this is the only one in my pocket

the secret treasure in my locket

how do i know he is true

how do i know what i am to you

do i ask him to leave

its a sin either way

how did this become my day

she calls him my love on the social media

i dont want what isn't mine

yet i just couldnt resist making love to him that night

i will have to tell him again goodbye

focus on living a sinless life

loneliness is not something to embrace all the time

strength is what i need to find

i will have to tell him face to face

hold him close and then just let him walk away

some chapters dont end in happily ever afters

why is it so in some love tales

we never know

in this world i feel like a ghost

i have disappeared

yet i forget i am lost

when he comes near

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This poem leaves me with a feeling of hopelessness. As though the author knows this is going nowhere and the agony is being prolonged. Deeply felt.

Chris