Monday, May 16, 2016
Love's A Strange Friend
I've bet to love and lost again,
Deep in heart, it's not the same,
Strange because he was a friend,
Although, stops by now and then.
Nights with no sleep, trouble in deep,
Eyes to the sky, as sign of deny,
Breathe with some fear, eye with a tear,
Love stops by, now and then.
Tracing your loved one, waiting to come,
Sighting his face, no-way, no-why,
Playful to you, teasing your glum,
Tossing your blows, up to the sky.
Zoila T. Flores
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,love