Heart in your hands

How do you mend what cant be fixed

Control what can't be tamed

Listen to what can't be heard

Or feel what can't be felt?

 

Why is love never really on our side?

Why does it mess us up with deceit and lies?

Why are we suddenly blinded by its beauty?

Why are we always asking, why me?

 

It's weird, we chase those who chase others

Yet we run away from what's good for us

We lie and decieve, just to fulfill our needs

We cling onto those we love to please

 

We run back to danger

We do it to ourselves

But we only do it

Because they're our world

 

Even when we wake up and all feeling is gone

Theres always a little part that holds on

To this one important woman or man

Who has our heart in their hands.

 

Reviews

[SheaRyhai]

This poem held a nice punch of truth. "We do it to ourselves" and yet when we're in love it's like we have no power to see the potential danger we're facing/ or we're too high off the feeling of being with them to care. Enjoyed the read.

[Mbali]

this is real talk, nice job i love the flow

[R.G. Bennet]

Quite an accurate portrayal of what so many people struggle with these days - the captivity of being the one who cares the most. It can be a rather hard life indeed. I like your first stanza best. Good job.

[Emilie Barn]

That's something from real life. From love. I'm sure many people are agreed with your writing. It's really nicely written. Great job.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great responsibility in the holding of someone heart and love. I like the way you described the emotion and the responsibilities. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aehr]

Many people can relate to this poem. Very well written, very expressive and the flow was really good. Well done!

[~LadyWolf~]

Wow, that's a great poem! Good job :)

[Brittany]

Not bad. I liked the message and the words you used to express it. Have you ever tried to rhyme?