Red Haired Hazel Eyed LoveA Poem by Neythan CardosoHere is my idea of loveMy idea of love is obstructed and restricted Past occurrences have stained my mind to think what "Love" is What is love really? Love is supposed to make you want to melt at the glance Love is supposed to make your heart dance But my idea of love is uncertain I feel as if I'm lost in this world now feeling like purgatory As if I'm waiting for a light to shine down on me and make my day When love will fill my heart again and clear the rain When love will rejuvenate my life with glee I begin to think is this all my fault? Is this my fault I have become this way? Why do I search for love in a place where I'm no longer wanted? Why do I search for love in a place where the feelings aren't the same Why are my imperfections with forgiveness for you so great? No matter what reason there is for a no I have a million for a yes But thats right nothing will compare to a blonde hair green eyed love Because the red haired hazel eyed love will surpass the green eyed love Ive waisted my time in searching for a treasure that has not been buried in this ground The notes the endless love that I receive from behind I block as I try to regain to what I thought was mine Life isn't a movie and she was right No longer am I going to drag this out for you You don't feel the same and that text made me go insane But there is something else that makes me sane A red haired hazel eyed love for which I began to keep at a distance But now I've realized what is in front of me Yes I feel the exact same way and I've felt like that since the very first day And there isn't any games here to play because my heart is where you will lay So I guess my idea of love is going to change Its time to remove my old idea A new class is in session and time to learn what real love is From a red haired hazel eyed love
© 2016 Neythan CardosoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNeythan CardosoStoughton, MAAboutFrom the Boston area, I've always felt like I was never understood for how I felt about something. No matter how complicated or how simple it was. I tell the stories of my life on paper and I want.. more..Writing
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