Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.
Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?
Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?
Ah, love. So mysterious!
Collection
Four walls and a door
that’s always closed
Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue
A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears
Portraits which whisper
bittersweet memories
A room that collects
broken dreams
It’s been so long since I’ve had a long enough time to listen to my MP3 player. Maybe I ought to start a nightly habit to listening to my tunes before hitting the sack. “Sweet dreams are made of these…”? Eurhythmics, anyone?
Shuffled
How can I keep Staying Alive
without your love to fire my soul?
Standing at the Crossroads
how will I know my way home?
How can you leave me
and Let It Snow forever here?
Can’t you come back
and bring life to me?
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
and I can’t see the way out.
I’m trapped in a lonely world
because you took the Key To My Heart.
Song Credits
Staying Alive: Bee Gees
Crossroads: Bone Thugs ‘N Harmony
Let It Snow: Boyz II Men
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head: B.J. Thomas
Key To My Heart: Craig David
Day 24:Take the phrase “The Truth About (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase…
**Disclaimer (so my husband doesn’t disown me): I wrote this 12 years ago.**
Perfect Love
There is no perfect love
once I was told
So my hopes and dreams
I should cease to hold
My way of thinking
is absolutely wrong
Hence any of my relationships
won’t ever last long
Foolish and gullible
that’s how they describe me
Being manipulated by people
so the truth I can’t see
It’s only really about
taking care of each other
They say that’s what people should do
when they are together
Passion and love
only comes in the beginning
It doesn’t last forever
Oh, what was I thinking?
I should stop my worthless search
and accept reality
There is no perfect love
There is only responsibility.
The ears hear the harsh words
The skin feels the cold ground
The eyes see the selfish world
The hands hold the empty can
The nose smells the scent of defeat
The brain calculates the odds of life
The heart gathers it all in
The lungs let the last breath out…
Poetic Ponderings 