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Searching for love,
deep underground…
Where nobody speaks,
or makes a sound…
Just looking for signs,
across the way…
Or body language,
with something to say…
Showing some interest,
perhaps just a smile…
And capture a glimpse,
that lasts for a while…
Creating a memory and
filling the hole…
That exists within,
each poor tortured soul…
Who dare not speak,
or express their desire…
Meaning most flirtations,
will always misfire…
And end in moments,
of pitiful regret…
The day their challenge,
refused to be met…
And the courage needed,
just to say hello…
Was found wanting,
by the reluctant hero…
Walking away with,
the spirit of the stairs…
Wondering what could have been,
had it been more than stares…
Before the next journey and
a new smiling face…
Could this be the moment,
they win Cupid’s race…
As they search for love,
deep underground…
Where nobody speaks,
or makes a sound…
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My eyes welled up while reading this…..it’s because it’s exactly what I feel of myself for the moment….and there goes a drop hitting my keyboard, J. LOL! DANG YOU, J….:-)
Thank you – really happy you connected! Cheers J
Where nobody speaks,
or makes a sound…
Lovely line. And great song clip too.
Thanks for your kind comment Joe – Cheers J
Eying
the vantage point
connects selves and splits
fake intentions
to their root.
Seams
patch costumes;
monstrous
turns of phrase
feed fear food.
Exposed and alone,
the child waits, prone,
eager to trust,
but easily hurt.
In time,
a bond is made,
flexible,
sturdy,
and soft as dirt.
Tyler – would you mind emailing this with a photo and a song and I will feature you as a guest poet – this is too good to get lost in the comments! Cheers J
I really really love this! ❤
I really really love that you really really love this 🙂 – Cheers J
So beautifully put together! 🙂
Thank you for your kind words – Cheers J
Oh J this is so beautiful…eyes full of tears again because of your words!
Hugs
Sal xx
There once was a poem,
So beautiful and sad
That it brought honest tears in her eyes,
And brought back a smile she didn’t think she still had.
As she read line after line,
While tears rolled down her cheeks
She couldn’t help laughing,
It was the most sound she made in weeks.
Laughing out of sadness,
Underneath a weak mask of smiles
Her rapidly beating heart slowing down,
As if she could finally pause after she’d run for miles.
Because there was that lost feeling again,
But there were people who understood
Who just like her,
Didn’t know where in this world they exactly stood.
*It was an amazing and beautiful poem.
You write beautifully and i’m a huge fan. I hope one day I can wtite poems at the amazing niveau that you write.
-A Fan
Thank you for your kind words – your poem is fantastic and insightful – if you want to submit for a guest poet slot, I would be happy to post! Cheers J
I’m happy you like the poem,
Thank you for the offer:)
I will remember it.
Cheers