Our life
was like
two marbles
in a box
chipped...cracked
that a child
forgot
or the bric-a
-brac down the back
of a sofa
a hairy half-sucked humbug
an out-dated coin
an earring that wasn't mine
we are socks
from the washing machine of life
always one missing
two odd pieces
of jigsaw
not even from
the same box
it was a puzzle
why we ever
got or stayed together.
Who knows
maybe I loved
to hate you
just like you
hated
to love me
but you did
& I did
so we did.
Guess we're in this
together
forever.
Oh...Happy Anniversary
... lover!
we are socks from the washing machine of life always one missing... :) yes - very profound insight actually - funny but true metaphore. It happens to hate to love someone and to live n hating to love :) What of a phenomenon. I like this! to hate you just like you hated to love me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I knew this poem before I read it...it describes myself and my lover, should I say ex live in lover who nows lives out heheh...can't live with him....can't live without him....we go together like two odd socks..his unwashed and black, mine washed, screwed up and red.....make of that what you will and you will, you will, you will, heheh Ruthie: o)))))