Not a new one but a new post here Triond.
I was
I am
I loved so hard I thought I would blister
I did
I do
I knew I would the moment I kissed her
I won’t
I can’t
and don’t believe I can ever replace her
I don’t believe I will ever get over missing her
Still my principles wont allow me to become the chaser
So instead I remain calm collected like a human glacier
I wish
I hope
I dream that she in turn:
· Is
· Would
· or does concur
But I am probably wrong
And what is worse of course is that even if she does
Who she is or for some time period was
She will forget by choice and lose her voice before long
So, in the heat of her kitchen I cooked up a love
Deep inside her stove
I stirred
I steeped
The pot’s content in hopes of maintaining a simmer
I would have
I should have
Behaved differently whether or not it would mean I would risk her
© J. K. Bradford
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