When did you love me?
Does come and then go?
Does anger come quickly,
while your love trickles slow?
Was it one defined moment,
that I missed or forgot?
Are you saving it now?
Is that all you've got?
Did I get a fair portion?
Did I rank fairly high?
Are you spreading it even?
We all get some pie.
Who can have seconds?
Will someone get thirds?
Should I share with the others?
I like play with words.
When empty they break.
No quality parts.
Words filled with meaning,
bring more finish to starts.
Imagine a circle...
Perhaps it's a track...
Many hopefuls will start,
but not all will come back.
Some hold their line...
Straight forward they go.
Some weave all over,
Like some poems I know.
It's all about heart.
Some got it, some don't.
Some achieve greatness...
Some wannabes won't.
L.K. Sorrows 9-16-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem