This is a poem about love. |
Holland I used to believe you when you said that. You always sounded like you meant it. When you said that word, that one simple word with so much meaning, it was like we had invented that word, and it meant nothing to anyone but us. It was like a secret we shared, a secret for our ears only. Holland Like a rainbow after a storm, like a bubble bath in the evening, like a kiss just because, that word, that one simple word always made me feel whole. No matter what else was going on, no matter how bad I felt, when you said that word everything was okay. Holland The word makes me ill now. I can’t hear it or read it and certainly not speak it without thinking of you and how you hurt me, how you lied, how that word, that one simple word used to mean so much to me, To us. Holland Now it means nothing. It is empty, meaningless, just another word. I cry sometimes when I think back and remember the time when that word, that one simple word was all it took to make me complete. Holland I know now that it takes more than a word, more than one simple word, to be happy. When you said that word it was hollow. Your heart was elsewhere with her. I didn’t realize it then, But I know it now. Hope our love lasts and never dies. How silly of me to believe that you could mean what you said. And never again will I let one simple word make me so weak. |