When Love Dies
By Nomar Knight
When love dies
Emotions overwhelm
It's tricky and annoying
Because you're not at the helm
When love dies
Your partner irritates you
Little things that used to pass
Make you cringe and blue
When love dies
You're not happy anymore
Nothing exciting to anticipate
Nothing wondrous to explore
When love dies
You only focus on you
What you need and want
There's just one not two
When love dies
The quest for something more
Opens a hunger for the hunt
By Nomar Knight
When love dies
Emotions overwhelm
It's tricky and annoying
Because you're not at the helm
When love dies
Your partner irritates you
Little things that used to pass
Make you cringe and blue
When love dies
You're not happy anymore
Nothing exciting to anticipate
Nothing wondrous to explore
When love dies
You only focus on you
What you need and want
There's just one not two
When love dies
The quest for something more
Opens a hunger for the hunt
Making the familiar a bore
When love dies
Deserve better you say
Until you're fickle in the heart
Betrayal becomes the way
When love dies
There's no together time
Rather be with someone else
Drop your partner on a dime
When love dies
Respect takes a walk
Arguments drain energy
Shouts replace talk
When love dies
Impotent intimacy breeds hate
No public displays of affection
The two no longer relate
When love dies
Deserve better you say
Until you're fickle in the heart
Betrayal becomes the way
When love dies
There's no together time
Rather be with someone else
Drop your partner on a dime
When love dies
Respect takes a walk
Arguments drain energy
Shouts replace talk
When love dies
Impotent intimacy breeds hate
No public displays of affection
The two no longer relate
When love dies
Don't care about the spies
Get tired of the lies
When love dies
Don't care about the spies
Get tired of the lies
When love dies
Biola, this is a charming poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique idea you have come up with. I am so glad I met you those years ago. You and your writing has enriched my days.
Akeith Walters
What a sad and lovely expression. Biola, you are truly special for the way you appreciate the work, thoughts, art of others. Thank you for being so generous!
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Keith, I am looking forward to receiving a share of your goodwill through one of your fantastic poems. Bree, my princess of the misty isles, I am still waiting for your contribution just like I am waiting for others too. We say from my neck of the woods that the soup tastes better when more than one person is tasting it.
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