This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
perhaps better moments
can make me feel new
make me feel loved
make me feel.....
When love comes my way
the next time around,
I won't feel like I'm last,
won't feel second hand.
Not to be used and abused
I need to feel I am the one.
One who can love and be loved,
from beginning to end.
nancy if you give has much love as you do in your poems... he will be a very lucky man... keep writing...
a return to life...reflects Not to be used and abused I need to feel I am the one. One who can love and be loved, from beginning to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...nicely written Nancy - a second hand love is better than no love at all?