Anna Kirshenbaum


A Love Or A Whim? - Poem by Anna Kirshenbaum

I know a mind is a fooler, a trickster,
I know our thoughts aren't always our own.
'I love you' can easily be self-deception,
'I want to have your kids' – a delusion, a fancy.
But when I can't breathe right in your presence,
When I feel gutted each time that I see you,
When I'm in tears after each of ours 'see ya' –
Is this a lie too? A whim? A mere folly?

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  • Silver Star - 3,720 Points Dave Walker (7/4/2013 4:50:00 PM)

    The only way you will ever know is by making a clean break.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013


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