You Hold the Spade, I Hide the Hole

i buried love

Do you still feel this way?

 

All I have to say

Is I buried it

Off in a hole

I know where it is

But I will not go

For it’s not my hole

And you hold the spade

If you want it

Start digging

Before it fades

Decomposing

Under all this weight

But this is its fate

To never see the light of your face

The way it used to shine

But to answer your question its buried

And I am fine

Author's Note

reviews

Reviews

[Charles]

Trivial point: check 'it's' in the 2nd to last line. More serious point: I can't quite get my mind around the notion of the hole that you used to bury something and whose location you know, just isn't your hole. Other than my struggle with this, the unspoken aspects of this poem are nicely done (what's buried, where is the hole, what is the question). Good writing.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. I have never seen this point of view before.
Its really fresh and original. I really like the concept.
You really did it again.

[Ian]

Woo a real poem worth readinig love how you through yourself out there good job

[The Last Poetic King]

Yeah man this is great. I just happen to feel I will be the one fucked over this. To much to lose to grasp a hold of something that could possibly bring happiness. I ain't willing to sacrifice my brother for no girl, so I am just going to drop it all. good write though.

[Moth Phoenix]

Awww great poem!!!
I'm sorry =[[ again!!!!
-hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs-