It Was and Is

I must be sitting here with blinders on

legs crossed

hands tied behind my heart

as I let no one get too close

too close to let go

if I hold you at this length

you're never too far 

my mind can relish the almost

taste the what if's

and  never hear, 'no'

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i know what this feeling is...keeping those who want to get close to us at arm's length.

i love the way you describe it in this poem...great analogy...

jacob

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Jacob😃

[ANTO]

self preservation at what cost - what is there in distance except bigger distances each time. Better to get in closer each time then no wont be such a surprise or shock to the system.
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[Alisa Js]

Aloha Anto,

I agree.. is it far better to love and lose love than not to venture out at all.

Alisa

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:: ah... i relate to almost every word you write, dear alisa... :: the above poem describes a very tricky situation brilliantly... :: sometimes i think love is like a cup of coffee... delicious but then once we finish the coffee... the coffee is gone... and the subsequent cup never tastes as good as the previous one... but we keep having coffee in the hope that we'll revisit the taste of the first cup... :: it's a crazy quest... at least for me... :P

[Alisa Js]

Unless you drink really premium coffee, then each delicious cup is the same as the one before...
read moreUnless you drink really premium coffee, then each delicious cup is the same as the one before...

;-)

Thanks

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:: hahahahaha... you're brilliant, alisa... gotta find that premium coffee now... :P