Sometimes I hate myself for stupid things I've done.
It wouldn't be so bad if in hurting I was the only one.
But every time I lose control or from beliefs I stray,
Another lost and aching heart gets caught up in the fray.
"I'm sorry." seems so useless, yet it's meant with all my heart.
Still I can't say that I regret any moment from the start.
It's rare, so rare, to find so sensitive a soul as one like you.
So "Goodbye" will not come from my lips, because it surely rings untrue.
No thought my mind creates of you has ought but love within it.
It's simply wiser to withdraw, let discretion be my limit.
So if in times of loneliness, you chance to think of me,
Assure yourself that somewhere there's a friend who prays for thee.
This was beautiful...I enjoyed it.
Very nice Jessica. I especially like the ending.
Kim
Another bubbly dancer! I must be dense or tired but I'm wondering about the title. I know you must be talking figuratively but I keep wondering--is it the depression behind the clavicle bone? Good place for kisses. I must be tired.
I "feel FREE to compliment the poet" (as the direction admonishes), but to point out ALL the things I liked would be impossible for lack of space. That "hollow" contains a LOT of room for the things I like. "Changes... . (to) ... enhance the poem", well, it would be so very much lovelier if it hadn't HAD to be written, but I'm a bit selfish about the loveliest things I've met & known. I sense that you, dear J., have found those same feelings at one time or another. But, it's O.K. as it stands. Try on this thought: "There is this depth 'tween my mind & my heart, which can't be reached except by Friendship's touch, etc." It sounds in starting out as though it may've been intended as a companion piece for "Hollow", but something may've intervened. Your effort is wonderful, & the "friend who prays for thee" is the nicest way to end a work that I can think of. May your gentle sentiments be reciprocated.
See: "You Are Too, Too Kind."
Forever is only a start. Teddy.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !