Love in the dark

Love in the dark

 

You love me on Saturday night

You love me again on Sunday

But when Monday comes, you forget who I am.

You love me only in the nights

You want me when you can’t see my sad eyes

You love me when I pretend to smile

And then when Tuesday comes

You walk in front of me without saying “Hi”

You love me on the dance floor

But you ignore me when I knock your door

Hey! I am the same woman

The one you loved in the night behind the bar

The one you asked out for a picnic in a park

You scarred and played  games with my heart

The same old girl you kissed so many times in the dark.

 

 

Reviews

[raj24]

for a moment i couldn't find a word to express myself, its just amazing, we love people without saying much, and they use us like we really don't have any words to say..we are not neglected we are just used...nice one...n hmm yes u really write like him, Oscar Wilde..:)

[Anita Singh]

Thank you so much for that wonderful review! :)

[Savannah Bly]

Beautiful, sad, dark, haunting! Very well written!

[Anita Singh]

Thank you, Savannah!

[melissa]

This is amazing poem keep up the great work and keep them coming

[Anita Singh]

Thank you for reading my work, Melissa!:)

[melissa]

You're welcome

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is sad.I believe if someone wants you only when they need you and never when you need them then perhaps they are using you and you need to let them go :)

[Anita Singh]

Yes and the earlier, the better. Thank you, Divya.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Lol you mixed me up hunny.Vidya :)

[Anita Singh]

Oops! This is embarrassing. Sorry, I goofed up! :-/

[Vidya Bacchus]

Hahaha I have a sense of humour so its fine .Happens sometimes :)

[Anita Singh]

Oh thank god! :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

lol............:)

[Saddam]

Impressive and relative. I has also spend many nights alone in dipress. Great hai....Aapki soch alag hai....That beauty of your poetry.

Hey! I am the same woman
The one you love in the night behind the bar
The one you asked out for a picnic in a park
You scarred and played games with my heart
The same old girl you kissed so many times in
the dark.

[Anita Singh]

Thank you for appreciating my work, SSADD.

[icelandicblue]

This type of waiting does not often end well and the problem is with the person who can't seem to meld his worlds together into one. It leaves its scars that run deep. You have depicted this scenario quite well and infused it with a hurt the reader can feel.

[Anita Singh]

Thank you, Blue. You went in deep to understand the core essence of the poem. Thank you for highlighting it. :)

[A. Amos]

Very interesting my friend, enjoyable read....

[Anita Singh]

Thank you, Amos! :)

[Utkarsh Singh]

annabella once again a gud poem ......i liked the concept and ur thought ........
one thing more ......the ending of ur poem i like it very much ......
"You scarred and played games with my heart
The same old girl you kissed so many times in the dark."
gud one keep writng .... (y)

[Anita Singh]

Thank you, Utkarsh. Those are my fav lines too!

[Utkarsh Singh]

what i think anna it is liked by everyone .......... :D

[Anita Singh]

Dear one, I can so relate to this write, somehow poignant write, I feel here a weekend lover, that during the normal week is gone, or less active in his love to the person it's about.... and you describe that very clever, and creative by naming the week so clear... Back to my life-story we only saw each other in the weekends, I had this for 7 years, in the past, waiting for my husband... back in the time... and it was so aweful.... but I can assure you, there is hope, when it's equal, well meant, and honest.... (the key to survive). Beautiful Annabella, really well done.

- Elisa

[Anita Singh]

Thank you for your kind words of assurance. I am really glad you liked the poem and equally sad for what you went through in the past. Thanks, Elisa. :)

You are welcome dear heart. No worries, what have hurt us, makes us stronger, each day anew.... :) keep smiling, and positive ((YOU)).

[New Theory]

Someone when they are not their when you need dont deserve you.

[Anita Singh]

True. Thanks, NT!

[00000000000000000000000..]

Every1 deserves love and the right love give at all times:) That's a foolish love to have . I have had that kind of love guess we all have but we need to regroup and learn have the value of true lives.

[Anita Singh]

Very wisely said. Thank you, Jon.

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Smiles:) welcome my friend :)