No One Who Was Known

A Poem by Lyndon A.postol

Because here she is again.

Her lips are lovely, they're not so thin.

Strong hips keep her balanced,

with dark leggings she covers her skin.

She gets cold easily, but at night time she stays still.

Will you answer my call, if I called?

- only if her phone would but ring. . .

I am a no one, but deep inside I'm not.

I tell myself I'm a no one but to you I'm not.

We know what's going on but we pretend that we do not.

So here, the mind is still while hearts slowly rot.

Why do you let this heart slowly rot?

Is it because it's so easy being cold,

and stand still and not

move your hips and sway, or even speak and try to say,

that you know me and pretend you do not?

Sigh. . .

Just be still my darling, please don't ever move;

peace be with you my darling, my heart's lease is to expire soon,

Because here you are, with lips not so thin,

and with dark leggings still covering your skin;

skin that gets cold, hips so young and never old,

as feelings slowly revealed and told,

while I'm still a no one who you've always known.

Hm. Isn't it funny, that no one sounds like known?

© 2016 Lyndon A.postol

Author's Note

Because here she is again.

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words go quiet deep very good analyse of relationship. sometimes things can get cold. and it takes hard job to fix. i like how poem goes and my mind goes too. very good write and i like it.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Carbon Muse

Love ... unrequited, a bitter pain. Like a thorny bush, with no right to exist, yet the more you deprive it of light, the more you deprive it of water, the more it seems to flourish, digging its thorns into your very soul.

Such a strong emotion and such a sad poem.

Yet, when we let go of something ... we make room for something new, room for a bush, with roses at the end of the thorns.

Thank you for sharing.