The Man I could not UnderstandA Poem by .:Arianna:.I hear the lovers cry at night, they miss holding each other tight, they can't remember why they quit, they are alone and sick of it. I see them clinging to their phone like travelers away from home, they linger in their damp regret, they shut their eyes but can't forget. I watch them walking in the rain, hoping the drops will cleanse their pain, they look so stranded from themselves, their hearts locked up in dusty shelves. I never look them in the eye, I give a nod, they give a sigh, they say ''now all my dreams will die'', I say ''at least, you got to try''. I won't deny, they're tortured souls, they made mistakes and crashed their goals, their squirming muffled, their laughter forced, the broken up and the divorced. Yet, they had a chance and gambled, and now their choice is all too scrambled, they kissed, and wept and slept together, side by side, in stormy weather. But what, I ask, is worse in life, to play and lose, and wonder why? Or to never get the chance to have your very own first dance? I love a body I never touched, a man I never got to tame, I still bear a confession that I never got to name. I never said the words and I never held his hand, I chose to love the only man I couldn't understand. I want the one I'll never hold, the one my folly pursues. Tell me again how much you miss her countless '' I love you's''... The longing is the least of it, it's the unfairness that stings, I could have loved him all my life, we could have lived like kings.
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Added on October 6, 2015Last Updated on October 27, 2015 Author.:Arianna:.Amsterdam, NetherlandsAboutWelcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..Writing
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