Fool For Love
Unrequited love,
What a fool it makes of me.
I suffer , I hurt,
When his moonlike face, I cannot see.
Excuses I make,
To go to where he might be.
My longing, my thoughts,
Are only of he.
But what if?
Maybe?
He can return these feelings of mine,
We’ve played this cat and mouse game,
For far too long a time.
Maybe,
Like the fairytales,
It will all turn out just fine.
That’s it,
I know now,
I’ve finally lost my mind!!!!!!
What a fool it makes of me.
I suffer , I hurt,
When his moonlike face, I cannot see.
Excuses I make,
To go to where he might be.
My longing, my thoughts,
Are only of he.
But what if?
Maybe?
He can return these feelings of mine,
We’ve played this cat and mouse game,
For far too long a time.
Maybe,
Like the fairytales,
It will all turn out just fine.
That’s it,
I know now,
I’ve finally lost my mind!!!!!!
posted by temppixie at 12:54 PM
5 Comments:
such a cute poem!
he'l come back
give him the time :)
Unrequited love and wise words indeed.
Thanks for dropping by my blog and commenting.
what a nice poem.....i really like it.well written:)yup just give him time and hell come back for sure.
"Moonlike face." Good metaphor.
You're absolutely right! Requited or unrequited love seems to be a state of 'lost my mind.' Related to this (I think we all do). And thanks for visiting my blog.
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