WHAT I CAN NOT HAVE

To love her is like being a lost child in some

colourful festive bazzar

At moment it doesn't concern me that I'm lost.

I am confined in boundaries, confined

To the mix of yellow, blue and red blinking gleam

To the temporary decorative lights

To the always circling merry-go-round

And i run the routes back and forth

To fill my lungs with her 

for she is not going to stay here very long.

..

To love her is like being a lost child in some

colourful festive bazzar

When sun goes down, i come back home. 

empty hand.

Reviews

[Rye]

WOW!! This is amazing! I really enjoyed this poetic and wonderful write.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, what a wonderful simile here....to be lost in love...surrounded by its colors, sounds, tastes. So romantic and yet such a sad ending. Beautifully written. Lydi**

[Digvijay Singh]

Thank you for the read Lydia.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful expression here. You are truly smitten as well as being like a lost child. The strong emotion really came through to this reader. Her essence will stay with you after you go home. Nicely penned.

Chris

[Digvijay Singh]

Thank you for the read Chris. Means a lot

[Chris Shaw]

You are very welcome.

[kitty]

I get you on this. You bring a certain zest and reality with your play on words. Puts youth and the pleasures of youthfulness to the fore. Thank you for this uplifting and vibrant piece.

[Digvijay Singh]

Thanks kitty

[Vin]

power to You my friend!!

[Kelly Scheppers]

But you have absorbed the essence of her as a woman - that truth will never leave you empty handed.

[Digvijay Singh]

But then also, heart wants what it wants. Thanks for the read Kelly