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Love Hoax
Sadness and despair
Of what could be
What will never be
Time wasted
Not knowing where to turn
Not sure of reality
Seems too much at times
Just makes me cry
Tears rolling down
My old woman checks
Making puddles
Every where I go
Wishing I were young again
Wishing I could be yours from day one
Knowing all too well
None will ever be
It's all a hoax anyway
This thing called love
Is a metaphor for despair
And loathing it brings
Of what could be
What will never be
Time wasted
Not knowing where to turn
Not sure of reality
Seems too much at times
Just makes me cry
Tears rolling down
My old woman checks
Making puddles
Every where I go
Wishing I were young again
Wishing I could be yours from day one
Knowing all too well
None will ever be
It's all a hoax anyway
This thing called love
Is a metaphor for despair
And loathing it brings
Published 25th Apr 2019
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25th Apr 2019 4:15pm
Love does not always bring happiness. at times it bring hurt and pain that makes you cry.
25th Apr 2019 5:05pm
25th Apr 2019 7:17pm
I prefer to seek and gift kindness
My Love, Sky_dancer, would say what i seek and give IS love or a by product of love.
& Kindness is NO hoax if given without expectation.
My Love, Sky_dancer, would say what i seek and give IS love or a by product of love.
& Kindness is NO hoax if given without expectation.
15th Mar 2020 8:18pm
what i read is a lost deep love you once had now that is gone only memories reman
hope i read was not the passing of a mate sorry if so
no that feeling
hope i read was not the passing of a mate sorry if so
no that feeling
15th Mar 2020 10:00pm
8th Oct 2021 5:57am
Sounds to me like a woman in her later years longing for something that seems to be too late for her to grasp. Just my interpretation. There is a lot of sadness in this poem. But also ironically a lot of beauty. Beauty in that it shows that the woman is here. She is alive and present. In a world obsessed with youth, she shows us that she loves, she longs, she desires and yes she lust for the same as we all do. She reminds society that she is not just an old woman but a woman. She speaks for so many who longs to be understood that though the body continues to grow older the desire to be loved, the desire to be wanted is stronger than ever. Excellent writing.
