This sphere holds life and action
Upon which outsiders gaze
To them the blame fraction
Is as clear as night and day
To us it's a series of moments
individual perspectives
fifty fifty components
the other fifty neglected
Mistakes made and errors occur
Blame ensues, forgiveness too
Often regret for him and her
the whirlpools of doubt ensue
I am sorry, je suis desole
whatever language or cree
intangibles flow the same way
from you and into me
from me and into you
terms met, terms rejected
one and the other may never combine
crumble love once erected
memory exists of love that dies
may the circle fill rotation
may pieces again be whole
searched is loves illusive location
sometimes found a dark hole
lost is the cupid's arrow
realised are the thorns of a rose
can love be mended to what was so?
I never write poetry, but I just broke up with my gf of 3 years, this helped me to put some thoughts on paper.
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