Image: @ Anonymous.
Author: Anonymous.
can i really love?
can i really love?
when the one who says he loves me
fades away,
when the one who is supposed to cherish me
barely touches me…
when my heart is full,
my life complete,
my happiness built,
why risk it?
how can i trust?
when the friend becomes the boyfriend
and then the enemy.
how can i love?
when no one fully deserves me.
when i don’t need anybody,
‘cause all my needs are filled
by me, my friends, and family.
God supports me,
but religion divided us.
i will not renounce my faith,
i’ll love Him my own way.
i’m on a new journey
hoping to go back to myself,
to explore my needs.
my real love is poetry,
‘cause it allows me to shout
how much i can feel,
how much i can love,
how much i must love this
_______broken
_____________hearted
____________________poet!
November’s Midnight Chill
The dark lake mirrors our embrace,
His slender fingers, mine enlace,
Our sweet encounter comes to an end –
A rose falls into my hand.
Can I let these six lines bloom?
My name gifted to the night,
That flower of delight,
Or should this acrostic fade to gloom?
Sweet is the hush of patient yearning,
In this quiet, final hour,
At last, his head is gently leaning
And I welcome his second flower.
November’s Midnight Chill,
I long to know December’s thrill,
To discover this dark-eyed boy,
To uncover his gentle joy;
‘Cause unlike my rhymed poetry,
I feel free!