when all my poems are written and all my dreams spent
what will be left in the search for something
I'm trying to find rational reasons
to explain irrational feelings
and they say that's never a good sign
boy you're losing your mind
will I tell you that we lived happily ever after
the wakeful nights and restless days are spent
a dream that I chase knowing it's a mirage
but to feel loved again .....
ah to feel love ........again
real life endings aren't always neat or pretty
whether they're happy endings
or whether they're sad endings
the most important things in life
are always the hardest to convey
sometimes words just feel so inappropriate
for mere words diminish the heart felt feelings
it meant much more than that
for how can one explain the feelings of love
it's like trying to explain the feeling of being alive
Always an interesting tumble
Always an interesting tumble down the avenues of thought with you. Enjoyed this.
Thanks ! for years I wrote
Thanks ! for years I wrote whatever was running through My Head
Then I'd throw it in the trashcan , Thinking No One could possibly relate .
Or not wanting people to find out what I really thought.
Not knowing good Friend of Mine ,Was following My ass around .
She'd dig it out an read it , If it wasn't a Rant at someone or something
She took it home and put it in what I now call the Archives ( A Shoebox )
At first I was pissed when I caught Her.
But knowing that I secretly loved Her ,She knew I wouldn't stay mad
Okay whatever JUST DON"T LET ANYONE ELSE READ IT !
For 25+ years We argued about whether it was Shit !or not
Then a little over 4 years ago I lost a bet with Her and had to post 3
Poems on here ......... I'm still living with the I Told You So ! LOL
Thanks for reading it and Not telling Me, Get The Hell Out Of Here You Suck lol
~ D D ~
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Intense Write
Writers work with imperfect tools. Words r all we have, so we keep trying to do the impossible, expecting a different outcome. Isn't that the definition of insanity?