The bench lovers poolA Poem by fattycbreezy52I felt like writing on this and I wrote:)
Sitting cross-legged on a rustic entryway bench,
He asked me a simple question, "Do you believe in love?" I laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Drawing his attention to that fact that the question was in no way simple! He shrugged and chucked it, Only to invent a more complicated question, "Okay,so do you believe in marriage--having kids and a happy family and blah blah?" I laughed again with the firm surety that this time,however,he wasn't going to change his question. It was a question of my impending motherhood ! I blinked my eyes and revealed the truth, the truth that I was trying to tell myself. Here it goes: "I believe, I am complete. Never did I feel the need to search for my so called " the other-half" Never did I walk to a pharmacy to buy the poison of love After all,I was penniless, Waiting for an allowance from my father the next day. But,sometimes,I feel to taste this poison. They say you die slowly In the process of love. I feel like I am a caring and loving wife and mother. Yes,sometimes I really feel close to this" But,at the very next moment,the whole thing looks silly" © 2015 fattycbreezy52Author's Note
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1 Review Added on May 2, 2015 Last Updated on May 2, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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