Pessimists Aren’t Allowed to Write Love SongsA Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
I wish that I could give you
The heart I had A decade or so Ago Before it got torn apart. I wish that I had met you Back then Or just That I had not made Those same Mistakes Again and again. You deserve something so much Better than this Without the hesitation In every kiss. I live for the quiet moments With you in my arms And everything melts away. I wish I’d accept the notion That you feel the same And that you are here to stay. My heart hurts in the nighttime When dreams steal you away, Like maybe once you’ll wake up And it’ll all fade with the day. So lucky for your understanding For who I am As my youth begins to fade. I fear that I’m too demanding, As I’ve become So much That I claim to hate. Would I Write my Dull love stories With a pen That spoke Of things I never had known. I now Forego Allegory That fails to Construe How deep these feelings go. I wish that I could give you The best of me But I fear he’s already passed, So please accept A humble offering. I’ll give you my all Till the very last. Maybe I’m not the man I thought I was going to be, But I’m thankful that you’re in love With the one that’s me. Perhaps I’ll be something More With you here in my life. You’ve already shown me Love In ways I’d never realized. © 2020 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 7, 2020 Last Updated on July 7, 2020 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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