16/04/12

What you want isn't my love

Nor my being.

What you want is Love

In its essence.

In the purity with which 

You first fell.

You who love deeply easily,

Hurt greatly over so little.

Your eyes that searches in mine,

That which you lost in someone else

So long ago.

When will you know 

To stop and start anew?

When will your soul stop searching in mine

What you have lost in yours?

While I pick up my pieces,

You look away from her.

As though a last form of consideration

For me.

With her exit, I entered

With mine, she enters.

 

Love, don't look away 

Don't hang on.

-This is our end-

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Like this. One person can see the end, and probably should have walked away. But the other is still under consideration. But when two people sit together, and eyes stray to another. It's the beginning of the end. I take it, the date was the end.

[Cloudless]

yes, you're right. :) Thank you for the review.