Poem#2

Posted on June 24, 2005 by talcmeto.
Categories: Uncategorized.

Being in love feels good. But, getting hurt is scary.. well, that’s life! I will love again even if I get hurt a hundred times. I love to love and get hurt then love again, than to never love at all.

written last November 11, 2004 (Thursday)

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Another Round

I thought I ‘d hate forever,
Close the door and never love.
Twice my heart was broken and
Cried ‘til no tears were falling.

Once, was my love in silence.
I tried to end the new emotion,
Because for a fact it’s all a delusion.
My friendship will be in a contradiction!

I battled with myself everyday,
But I fell for him anyway.
I can have his love all the way,
But only in a dreamy way.

Twice, was my sweetest love.
I gave my heart so easily,
Everything seemed to run smoothly
I was glad to have a one and only.

I was free to show my love
With words and fancy kisses.
We share each other’s love in a
Fantasy world of sprite and pixels.

Once and Twice were bitter sweet.
I could have stopped the only link
Before my heart felt so weak
And let it all disappear in one blink.

Every dream I had was bliss
But every hope I felt is like a mist.
Every now and then I reminisce
And I always end up in the pits.

I thought I ‘d hate forever,
Close the door and never love.
Twice my heart was broken and
Cried ‘til no tears were falling.

I must be honest to what I say,
I want love back, maybe someday.
My heart says, “I want to feel mushy,
Have it all in many different ways.”

When my memory starts flashing,
It opens to the pleasant beginnings
And it closes with the bad endings.
Stop! I hate this bitter feeling.

I wish there were no broken hearts!
Each story always has a good start.
Cupid! Make your matching smart.
End us with the one perfect match.

After my heart was broken twice,
I really want to hate love’s face.
I guess time let me have a new stage
Here I am ready for another phase.

At this moment there’s still no man
To say that my love story has began.
But if there will be another to come,
Here I am, waiting for some.