A poem about love’s anguish.
October 29th 2009 01:56
A nature, a nurture,
it’s simply a delectable torture,
some say no, whilst others curl in a ball,
sorry may seem like it, but it’s never an option,
you need, to need a commitment,
as uncomfortable as a bed of old rose thorns,
say me, tell me no lies,
life can be, is terrible when there are no ties.
You know, what must be so,
no matter how you think I glow,
you’re running out of assumed options,
let me tell you why,
our love’s on the rocks,
hasn’t really got off the blocks,
do yourself a favour and realise,
I’m not just another flavour.
Wake up and look at what must be,
a short window of opportunity,
before we share our last cup of tea,
and I fly away.
it’s simply a delectable torture,
some say no, whilst others curl in a ball,
sorry may seem like it, but it’s never an option,
you need, to need a commitment,
as uncomfortable as a bed of old rose thorns,
say me, tell me no lies,
life can be, is terrible when there are no ties.
You know, what must be so,
no matter how you think I glow,
you’re running out of assumed options,
let me tell you why,
our love’s on the rocks,
hasn’t really got off the blocks,
do yourself a favour and realise,
I’m not just another flavour.
Wake up and look at what must be,
a short window of opportunity,
before we share our last cup of tea,
and I fly away.
Original poetry and prose by
Alexander Teligioridis
written on October 29 2009.
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