Did I rush too fast?
She went right past
Away from me no word
Well nothing I heard
Why did I take a chance?
Once again with loves dance
Self inflicted
Belief contradicted
Love is a fickle mistress
Causing sometimes distress
This torn heart was healing fast
Now torn apart from loves blast
Never more will these feelings grow
Alone here I will stay I know
The journey was so short
I didn’t realise that I was caught
Caught in the web of loves tears
That was one of my darkest fears
Plans that were being made now gone wrong
Crushed back into the depths where they belong
That maiden so fair and sweet
Oh I wish my heart didn’t meet
Maybe it’s a fool I am
Caught like the fly on jam
Now there is new pain
My composure to regain
Should it be a straight cut?
Hit so hard in the gut
Guess I will wonder long
What did I do that was wrong?
Sitting here mystified
Here my torn heart died
Dark fingers grab my soul tight
Dragging it away from the light
Putting it in a box
Amongst the broken rocks
Defeated and deflated
All pain is thus related
There are no magic pills
To cure loves ills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It could be my imagination and maybe it is, since thats what poems are all about, but I believe I see a blow up doll here. Good write just for making me think that 10++