In Search of

Sometimes we kill the thing we love

In the missing are you searced for

in the searching are you found

in the finding are you wept or'

and in the weeping are you drowned

Author's Note

Honestly tell me.

Just a poem about how sometimes we hurt those we love with our possesive nature best to just let them go.

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Very well written, I understand this issue a little too well. Nice job!!

[Daytonight]

Well done! Again strains of beloved Cohen seeping in to weave its magic. Keep on penning.