Glances and words
that never mean a thing,
Touches and hugs,
but things stay the same.
Emptier, now,
of reasons to see;
Hungrier, too,
for things that won't be.
Too long to stand
alone and still smile.
Don't think I've meant any-
thing I've said in a while.
Shallow and busy,
as all the boys seem;
Hollow and dizzy
as I wake from a dream.
Searching for meaning
where it won't be found,
searching for love in a
cold, dead-beat town
where faces deceive
and pretty eyes lie
and whispers bring shivers
in the middle of the night.
Hope running thin
as you wish to discover
something more stable
than a past fickle lover.
But no worry, love,
for these silly notions
keep you holding on
for desire and devotion.
So three cheers for will-power,
three cheers for pain,
three cheers for making it
through each lonely day;
so keep dreaming of arms
that are holding you tight,
I swear one of these days
you'll be back in the light.
So three cheers for will-power,
three cheers for pain,
three cheers for making it
through each lonely day;
so keep dreaming of arms
that are holding you tight,
I swear one of these days
you'll be back in the light.
This is great; the three cheers part is ingenious. And I so struggle sometimes with wanting to be held and loved and everything wonderful like that; I've never experienced that before and I'm sad it hasn't happened to me yet. Well, maybe someday.
(Just maybe.)
Wonderful job. I really love your style and your imagery. Flora.
I love this. It is so inspirational. I can relate to it 100%.
I agree that you need these fantasies and hopes, as silly as they may sound, cuz they push you forward when nothing else does. I loved your depiction of pretty lying eyes, and how you haven`t meant what you said in a while. I can relate so much. You say your okay, and thats only words.
I know exactly this feeling, of wanting to be loved, to be held, to be caressed. I love this poem. It may be simply, but it is simply beautiful. (cheesy line i know but true!)
I really really loved this and I appreciate that you took the time to write it.
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