A romance poem about loving and losing. |
IF I COULD WRITE A LOVE POEM If I could write a love poem I would choose not to use ink, Instead, I'd use a pen filled With fallen tears. As I think Of the many sad stories Which keep waltzing in my head (I'd copy Shakespeare's sorrow.) They will cry while it is read. That’s what loving is about, Heartbreaks, emotional pain Longings, shattered dreams, hollow Bleeding hurts and scars which stain Memories of those who loved. If I could write a love poem White parchment I would not use Instead, I'd write on tissue, Thin, and a sad lily blue. It would reflect my confused heart As I pen my woeful tale. I could use that same tissue To catch every tear that fell. The poem may be hard to read (To see clearly through the stains) I'd share remembered moments So readers could feel my pain Carved out by yesterday's loves. If I could write a love poem Kindly words would not be used, Instead, I would use feelings, Sharing torture and abuse Words which break the heart in two. Frustration's gloom shall be penned And will weave from first word scratched Through last, (and each penned within) With vibrating rainbow words. Forgotton feelings regained Will draw from each new reader Shadows of their own love-pain Felt by all who have ever loved. |