I admit every word,
Spoken and left unsaid,
Did what many others,
Wouldn't dare,
Weird relationship it is,
The same song keeps us together,
His mine, and mine his.
Pushes me down,
And stirs my passion up.
With all my heart,
In every sleepless dawn,
We play our games,
'Cause its good,
Why?
Just because!
I always love it,
But I hate when it hurts,
No need for big words,
Spoken, or left unsaid.
I do, what others don't even dare to dream of.
In every sleepless dawn,
We play our games,
It's good!
Why?
Just because!
Hard as steel, it's wrenching my soul,
Puts flames in my dying heart.
A blessed curse,
Bringing us priceless moments,
Making great dreams,
And giving the world a reason to hate us.
I always love it,
But I hate when it hurts,
It's good.
Why?
Just because!
I admit every word,
Said, and left unspoken.
Well done friend!
The flow of emotions in this poem is beautiful.
But at the same time the main theme of the poem is heart rending and speaks a lot of itself.
Bravo! my friend please keep writing
What a poinient way to describe any painful relationship that feeds some part of us. The end particularly universal, but, funnily enough, rarely expressed:
I admit every word,
Said, and left unspoken.
One word clarification :is it steering or stirring up passion?
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Another beautiful piece. "I admit every word, Said, and left unspoken." Love..it is what it is, just because. Such expression and emotion. Nicely written. Keep writing!
Wow!!!! What a poetry, its so beautiful, i think the simple words you have used to present your feelings here is quite remarkable mate....Im sorry for my late review buddy.....
Had találjam ki... Ezt is a Pokolgép ihlette? Hehe.
Csak azért is!
Ja, még valami... Szólj a tesódnak, hogy nyugi, mert akár mennyire is írígy, én nem foglak elhagyni téged, és ezen senki, és semmi nem változtat, még a hisztériás viselkedése sem. Nyafogni nagyon is jól tud... egy elkényeztetett liba.
Csak szólok, még idejében... még mielött elkezd rinyálni.
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Now, after the personal note... I loved your piece! And yes, it's a blessed curse, as you describe it.
Tess? Rá gondolsz? Àh...hagyd a picsába. Mindig csak azon picsog, hogy a kurafi, amelyiknek azér.. read moreTess? Rá gondolsz? Àh...hagyd a picsába. Mindig csak azon picsog, hogy a kurafi, amelyiknek azért kell, hogy a faszát kirázza, mindig lekoptatja. Majd, egy szép napon, belátja.
Somewhere i read, that with poetry, every new line starts with capitalized letters...
anyway .. read moreSomewhere i read, that with poetry, every new line starts with capitalized letters...
anyway thank you :-)