What happen to love being personal?
Uniquely expressed,
While conceptually universal
The fears of pain make us deflect rather than accept
The tears of rain weigh too much for our cheeks to bare the stress
But to those who use Love in vain,
I’m ashamed and Appalled.
For while they let something so scarce and rare,
So Downtrodden, yet Fair,
So Powerful, yet Exhausting,
So Crippling yet Releasing,
So Intense that even at the most suspenseful moments,
In which our hearts pound,
And pound,
And Pound,
And POUND,
The moments after, are yet Simple…
Filled with smiling lips and blinking eyes
Followed by small chuckles that burst into trumpets of laughter
From Pain to Joy
From Soft Banter to Quarrels
Us Have-nots of Love keep faith Alive
For the hope of becoming a Have, tends to Enthrall
Streams of Consciousness
- Results of Public Education
- I've found blogging as an outlet for some of my thoughts that I usually can't get out in daily conversations. Small talk never grows to "large" talk it seems so this is a way to express myself somewhat or even to just say what's on my mind.
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