A Short Explination
Don't ask me to delve deep into the mind of my lover,
I barely understand the abstracts of my own mind.
To love those who always flee,
Is to allow then to flee from you-
And that my dear fellow- is not love.
Thus why I cannot swim in the depths of my lover's mind.
For he is my lover,
But it seems he's too busy running to feel the same for me.
Comments about this poem (A Short Explination by Luna Moon )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings