winter like love

Maybe I wasn’t destined to love
Or maybe love just wasn’t destined for me
I look at lovers laughing in the park
And down at the dark heart that tore me
At those who came before me who tasted love
And that glory that’s found only in victory
But I feel like I’m only destined for defeat
And I constantly question walking on with these torn feet
I use to think there is someone for everyone
But I don’t know if anyone was born for me
How am I supposed to open up to find love?
When everyone is just an actress performing
So I would rather have a life of solitude than hurt or be hurt
And risk leaving this heart open to another storming
I would rather sleep alone through the harshest of weather
Than to face waking up having “fallen out of love” in the morning
Why didn’t they tell me love would be so cold?
Instead it crept up on me without warning
And another girl tries to love me for me
Convinced that she will be the heat to my heart’s warming
So I am tempted to try each time to reach deep inside
And to put aside a broken heart’s mourning
But then I question each action and motive like it’s a roped net
And I’m just waiting for that one torn string
To point out that the smallest defect
Can’t hold us up like an abnormally formed airborne wing
Would you fly on that jet risking having to eject
Knowing there was a problem in its basic forming?
So I constantly choose to not fly towards hope
But to sit quietly on the shore because it’s far more assuring
Loneliness for me has become far safer than suffering the pain of deceit
And it’s more comfortable to just risk not knowing

But if I’m so convinced love is nothing but cold
Why can I feel my longing growing?
The one that despite the bitter wind’s blowing
Wants me to run barefoot towards love even when it’s snowing…

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is simply lush love!
The barren type landscape of winter - yes - but the heart can feel so much warmth still, brilliant portrayal of that here! I am in love with this, adding it to fav's :) xx

[Magdelena]

Awww, now this I know! Not many can write in this fashion, this 'in your face honesty' except a chosen few. To me, just one really.

Love... Hmmm, nice word that. We all dream it, want it, need it, hunt for it, and sometimes in the end are lucky to find it. But... yes but.. why can't we be satisfied with trying to understand it? Now this tells allot. You have great imagery, questions and answers, all rolled together. I so can relate to many. I will say this though. I have come to realize that love may be mystifying, but hell, it sure is great once we get to the right place.

That old saying, love is a magical thing? Well there may be something to those words. Okay before this becomes a novel, I'm outta here.. :):)

Great piece

Mags xx

[Jeff Loquist]

its when you're not afraid of that snow when you know it's all worth it....

[maladroitmacey]

I really enjoyed the heart and soul put into this poem.
excellent job.

[BriAnna Wyble]

the ending to this poem is perfect! it flowed beautifully. wonderful write :)

[Vanny]

loved this write, but the ending really clinched it -S...

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

so you write some very true words and made a very enjoyable poem.. The hard way makes the beautiful thing though.. sumthins comin around and brewin dude

[.]

so glad I have found your writing! This is truly masterful..although feelings of pain are not of love but of the emptiness of the absence of love..truly we live in the moment, the past and future only relative as we make them..therefore love should be approached with the innocence of it's purity..well that's my belief
Justice

[MuSe Ampoule]

Sitting alone brings us solitude, solitude to listen, to listen is to know one's self better, to know yourself better is to know love...and to truly know love...well will bring love unto itself. Time and patience will allow you to reap the rewards, the fruit you toil for. Therefore Time and Patience, in Solitude and Listening will bear you the knowledge to find and accept love. (sorry...late night rambling...don't mind me) Good piece.