Emotion

Emotion

A Poem by Myleea Lollar
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Love, like life, has a rising action, a turning point, and a falling action.. Read it forwards or backward, it makes no difference.

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A smile. Laughter in the distance, the background is filled with unintelligible voices. 

A glance. Attempts to impress fall short in the eyes of one, but not the other. 

A question. The anticipation of the answer is palatable.

A sunset. The sky was illuminated with every shade of red, pink, vibrant orange. We knew it was just for us. 

Fast forward two months. There is noise, but we can't hear it. All you could hear was your heartbeat, all I could hear were my thoughts. 

A kiss. It was simple, it was pure, it was right. It was love. 

A hope. We shared it, though it was never spoken outright. 

A love. Stronger than any other emotion. It filled the spaces in my heart that had been pierced. 

A secret. It hurt more than one person in more ways than one. 

A commitment. It no longer exists; just as your promises, it crumbled at the first sign of trouble. 

It was too easy, it would never have worked anyways. It was too fast. You can't understand love yet- those were the lies I both heard and told myself. 

A pain. So severe and searing, it had to have left physical and emotional scars. 

A commitment. One stayed, the other left. 

A secret. It tore the two who had been one apart.

A love. It remains in a box, not unlike pandoras. 

A hope. It, unlike love, no longer remains. It flickers briefly when eyes meet, then fades like a dying ember. 

A kiss. A physical expression of affection. It can bring people together, or it can push them apart. Passionate, loving, tender yet forceful. It was powerful. It was beautiful with the right person. 

A sunset. No longer can I truly enjoy it without the memories flooding back, like a hole in a dam.. they trickle through at first, then the wall collapses and everything goes black and white. 

A question. The answer has been given, but not accepted. 

A glance. Our eyes meet, and we know. We both wonder what could have been. 

A smile. Smiling is a rarity these days. 

© 2018 Myleea Lollar


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Added on September 7, 2017
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Myleea Lollar
Myleea Lollar

Tupelo, MS



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