Tortured AmbitionA Poem by Rosie Brooklin
Today you told me not to get torn up, simply because you are.
You said that you are always "unsatisfied with life" And that's the moment I felt my heart stop. Give me the words to speak or a song to sing So that love can roll off my lips and plummet into your tortured soul. I thought that I had conjured them already, but I suppose they weren't enough. I know this is a disease that I can't cure, But I so desperately desire to be the one who breaks you free of the thoughts that hold you captive. I love your ambition and wish I could take some as my own, But it's become a cell in which you beg for escape. The tragedy is that you can't hear your own pleas. I can, however, because our souls have become one. We are forever intertwined, and one day will be husband and wife. So how dare you have the audacity to tell me not to care so much? I can not stop, and I have no desire to. We are the sea, turbulent yet beautiful And we will never dry up. So bury your statement in the sand; I never want to hear it again. I will go through storms with you, and I will go through the silent sunsets as well, But I will never dull my emotions for you. That's not what love is. © 2018 Rosie BrooklinFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on March 18, 2018 Last Updated on March 18, 2018 AuthorRosie BrooklinTNAboutI am an aspiring writer with a passion for many different forms of art. These include literature, poetry, drawing, and music. I'm always willing to critique and looking for critiques, so feel free to .. more..Writing
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