Sunday 6 October 2013

My Poetry: I think of all the words

I think of all the words


I think of all the words,
both those I wished I had
and had not said.
Remember the times
when words were useless
kicking through Autumn leaves,
watching you smile
realising I loved you.
The naivety of asking you
never to leave,
how with a curve of balmed lips
you said, you never would
but you broke
so many things
along with your promise.

11 comments:

  1. Oh, this is a deep poem, one with a sting at the end. Broken things are hard to deal with, and broken promises are the worst of all.

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  2. ouch-- that is painful - and those words... those we wanted to say and never did..and those we did and had better not... felt...

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  3. ouch
    feel the hope dashed
    with the fractured promises

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  4. Thanks for the comments - guess everyone knows the invincibility of being in love, and 'ouch' moment when reflecting on all the pointless promises shared.

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  5. if only words of love always rang true...

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  6. ..how sadly painted words... yet all of us can relate to this in some way or another... great offering... smiles...

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  7. Words sometimes said and wrong are the one changing our life.

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  8. this runs deep, reminds me of so many things. so many promises broken and such a lot of unsaid words crying in some corner all day.

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  9. ouch. felt.
    its the words i dont say that scare me most.
    but it is the words broke that hurt the worst.

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  10. yowch. a good anti-love pen ~

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  11. A sting that is never forgotten.

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