Once upon a time
there used to be love,
used to be a smile.
we used to be generous
used to be kind.
Once upon a time
we used to laugh,
used to joke.
we used to play
Once upon a time
we used to feel
we used to bless,
used to say-
'i love you'
and
'thank you'
...
we used to have hearts.
Once upon a time
we used to cry
we used to share
used to care,
used to say..
'I'll be there for you'
Once upon a time a fine opening not only for a fairy tale but also the remembrance of the golden days of yore.When everything was perfercr.The only trouble is we only remeber the good times and forget the darkers side. I enjoyed your writing very much Well presented and clear inits message
Living in two worlds here - the now period with its damn reality and the fairy tale memory of 'Once Upon a Time" has a splitting edge to it - A sad poem filled with the nostalgic melody - of all that was is now gone and can no longer be - and heartache.
A good write - well written - straight to the point and gives a warning to those who still love - beware, take care of your beloved or this could be you.
The imortal "they" say 'it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" Baloney!
if "they" had gone through this, I wonder would "they" still believe those words.
Very well written. I hate to see relationships die like this but they can and they do without needed attention through out. Warning signs are usually there and sometimes we don't even see them. I have been there, and thankfully my belief in God's ability to restore did just that. Relationships take two giving their best. You described a relationship gone bad or that lost the life it needed to be sustained. Something many relate to. I
empathize with the pain of this write. Well done.
I know these feelings very well - wonderfully articulated. The beauty of knowing someone and then it is no longer is truly sad. Wonderful write. Well expressed.
Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha
Wow... So sad, but oh-so-true. We used to live, but I don't think we do. Not all of us. Not anymore. Most of us simply exist. We are here, but not really. We're so busy rushing to get to a place that we don't even know that we pass life by... on the way to live it. I love the nostalgic feel to this poem and the wistfulness. You captured the longing for a better time perfectly. Hopefully, people wake up and start living. I don't hold out much hope of that, though. Great piece.
I was born.
I live.
I'll die.
I know nothing.
Where I came from?
Where will I go?
I'm ignorant of my existance.
I'm uncertain of myself.
No beliefs.
No religion.
No god.
Know Go.. more..