I often wonder if you think of me Do you ever think of what could be Silhouettes against sky of deep blue Perhaps then think of me and you We laughed and talked and shared We smiled and flirted...and knew I cared I loved you and could contain it no longer You encouraged me and it grew stronger I planned a life of happiness with you If only you could have envisioned it too Smiles and laughter, caresses and kisses What more could you want I now insist I can only visualize a life so happy Did you give it up for something shiny Did you give it up for words of deception Will you ask me for your redemption I could never understand your words Sometimes loving and often absurd You Brushed away my sincere true love Cupid wept a tear from high above I often wonder if you think of me Do you ever think of what could be Silhouettes against sky of deep blue Perhaps then think of me and you
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Yah..another lost love poem Oh heck...just go and have fun its less stressful...lol.
Hi, boyshchrm6, One can relate easily to your poem's sentiment. Too often, however, one either inaccurately assumes the other person knows or misjudges how much the other cares. Perhaps it's time for talking rather than thinking! I wonder...
You know Gnj4u, woman like to talk in riddles. I don't know why. I guess they think men are telepathic or was that just pathetic...lol.
daciana1london, Greater London, England UKMay 12, 2011
What a spread! Brilliant!
vyoletaArkaroola, South Australia AustraliaMay 12, 2011
It is good to have poetry as a friend, it is always beautiful, always gives you the opportunity to throw out of you all the things that make you tense, and all in a beautiful form. This is what poetry means - to say the truth through the mouth of beauty.
Thanks for sharing. Better luck in love, next time.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandMay 12, 2011
Now boyshchrm...I reminded a male only yesterday that woman and man think differently, and the day before he spoke in riddles....so now you say its women that talk in riddles....whatever, I understand the poem, because all who read it will relate.... you captured it perfectly.... Niah
Love is a madness, we cant control, I used to think it was only woman who feel the raw pain of lost love, though men and woman differ in many ways, we all feel hurt when love is no more.
Comments (23)
One can relate easily to your poem's sentiment. Too often, however, one either inaccurately assumes the other person knows or misjudges how much the other cares. Perhaps it's time for talking rather than thinking! I wonder...
You should get the cheque any day now...lol.
I don't know why. I guess they think men are
telepathic or was that just pathetic...lol.
Thanks for sharing. Better luck in love, next time.
Niah
drop the elegant next time...just not Manly...lol.
Well written BC
should be talking to you.
I'm sure wondering this crosses many minds.
Appreciate it.
a cheque...didnt say it was any good!!!
rob
are genuinely appreciated.
supposed to get GREAT!! lol