Something lost and out of reach.
Author: Unknown
I DO,not fill the present,
I AM,not in the play.
From the OUTside,an observer,
I watch,and WONDER through the day.
Might bring HOPE,with your presence,
something LOST,and out of reach.
Much LIGHT,with your presents,
for this DIScontented leach.
You SEE,I'm full to bursting?
like a RIVER,drowning me.
I've LOST,the art of loving,
and ALL,that it could be..
From the OUTside,an observer,
watch you FLEEing,from the start.
cos i PANIC,when i feel love,
an' CLOSE the valve,to my heart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Erm... well this would be yet another,discontented poem from the failed love life of the messed up..
Comments (17)
hang in there cyprus.
thankyou
Such an emotional write, with punctuation and capitalization enhancing its power. Remember, when the pressure is off, valves can safely open. Thank you for sharing.
,,,,love your poetry, tomboygirl...thank you..
Swan