Foolish Hearts

'Can you sing a song,' she asks
'A love song just for me,
something that says
how much you care
so I'll know you'll never leave.'

I try to think inside my head,
I search my heart and soul
for a few precious words
and a verse of love,
a song that's soft and slow.

But my words won't come, 
I can't give them to her,
and live a lie and deceive,
a tender heart 
so young and pure;
when I know I'm going to leave.

Author's Note

Not autobiographical

Reviews

[barleygirl]

The ending made me say "OH GAWD!" out loud! I was so absorbed in your mental dilemma, as described thru-out, I did not see that ending coming, so it felt like a punch in the gut. I've been here so many times . . . planning my escape, while the other person is still trying to get me to commit . . . such is the song of the commitment-phobic, huh? This is very intensely-stated & well-detailed. Look at the first word of the second line . . . is that really what you want?

[James]

Supposed to be "A", thanks for that. This was not autobiographical, although I think for a lot of people it is. Unfortunately, this is what happens when I try to write a love poem.

[barleygirl]

I know, I avoid writing love poems . . . not so many good experiences to draw from & they were so long ago, I forget the details! *smile*

[Heather]

It take guts to allow yourself to realise you no longer feel what you thought you did, let alone admit it. I enjoyed this piece.

[WithinTheHeart]

A honest passionate piece.
Words which saturate the heart.

[James]

Thank you very much, that's a wonderful compliment

[Ali]

Simple and elegant. I can relate to this. Thank you for sharing :)

[James]

I think most of us can relate, at least a little. Thanks.