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Heart Spoken
This disease I refused so many times to fall victim
Caught me when I was of course least suspecting.
This obsession not one can suppress.
The constant thoughts of certain others clouding our heads.
So many endless thoughts we only lay, not sleep, in our beds.
Curse our reddening cheeks, and our racing hearts.
Our clumsy hands, our constant stuttering, and stomachs in knots.
Love is a game I never seem to win.
I hold few cards, no trickery or lies, make up or hair ties.
No batting of lashes or lined eyes, no brilliant smiles, or puppy dog eyes.
This game I don't cheat, and yet don’t know the rules.
The dice never roll in my favor,
The kings never captured,
I always hear checkmate.
I’m told to just keep "Go Fishing" with no line or hook to use.
The winners in their circle the losers to continue to lose.
We hold onto our lingering hope, our broken smiles and our illogical goals.
Only to have them crushed by more heartache like fools.
So curse this damn contagious love germ.
Let us return to our youth, let the cooties return!
For love is not only a game, but harsh lesson I've learned!
- by NeedlesslyNeurotic |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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- Title: The Love Bug
- Artist: NeedlesslyNeurotic
- Description: A poem reflecting the frustrations and side affects of the little disease we call love. Read cheerfully and sincerely, and something for all of those with heart aches and lovesick Gaians.
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: love
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Plain Old killa_clown - 04/23/2009
- well um?
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- OhtarwenElenya - 01/18/2009
- I like the idea and your wording but I don't like how it switches between occasionally rhyming and occasionally not. It would be nice if it was consistent.
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