His words glide like silk against soften skin
I am captivated by the thought wondering should I give in
Could this be a chance by the angels
Hearing a prayer for a heart that has always dangled
I sometimes fall too easy in the trap
Then curse myself as I wipe off the crap..
left on my shoes as I walk away
From a broken heart some would say
Precaution is what is needed
Not some romantic lines that he will feed me
Desperately the heart does cry
The mind stops and says perhaps one more try
But fear is bigger than the head and heart
For love always seems to depart
And broken promises lay withered upon the floor
As the final sound hits the door
Should this chance be taken?
Is it meant to be?
Broken dreams will they awaken?
Or will truth shine and lead me to my final decree
Very well crafted verse - natural flowing style with simple metaphors created a piece we could all understand and therefore share in. Its the thing my writing struggles with.Good work
Sometimes you have to gamble to win.but beware of too polished an approach it means he has had a lot of practice.
this is indeed a world class poem right here.so captivating and beautifullywritten too. i love it a lot
Beautiful poem here Patricia suppose in every negative experience a positive one may eventually germinate you are indeed a fine writer
'His words glide like silk against soften skin' Rachel Ann Buler
'Precaution is what is needed Not some romantic lines that he will feed me' The answer to 'A Chance, ' lies here itself.
When we love ourselves, and are confident, we are interesting as there is always some mystery about us. At times, when a person falls in love, they don’t have time for themselves. Lovely lines………..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patricia this was a warm, gentle piece of great poetry, enjoyed it.