Thursday, December 6, 2012

EVOLe in that Common Cliche.



Love.

I've never had it. Though, I think I felt it once, maybe twice on that nice, loud train ride home . . . like the scene in a movie: girl staring out window, as train pulls over tracks. Thoughts ponder her head, eyes become glazed, tears fall like flowers fresh with morning dew.  It's when clear thought becomes no thought and forehead hills peak by, breath grows chafe and pause becomes numb. No sound seeps in, no one else around -  just you, the window, the train . . . pondering that 'love' thang. 

Love responds.
Love makes time. 
Love IS a trouble maker.
Love makes you think.
Love makes you react.
Love, on the 2 opposite ends of the spectrum SHOULD find commonality. 
Love NEVER lets you down.
Love turns your frown up-side down.
Love heals whats lost.
Love listens.
LOVE IS PRESENT. 

I question my love and what it has been. I question it all the time. When I bother it. I get ignored. 

I dream about it . . . Love. 
I wonder if it'll ever find me if I'm always up in my cherry tree? writing sonnets as winds billow by and stops when it hears me rustling.
  
No contact. No call. No, not at all. 

I go back to that embrace. I go back to that chase. I go back to that thought where I thought? It finally found my heart. But! It was crushed. It was frustrated. It hadn't even dated. 

Love was shared.
Love was tugged away.
Love made me stay up.
Love, Hate, Grown ups.
Love hit me hard.
Love just up and left?
Love never grew here at all.

I thought love helped me out. I also thought that quiet love would happen in this next lifetime. I always hoped I'd run into it, but nope, nope, nope, nope, nope! I shall not understand. 'I am ready for loooovvvve. Why are you hiding from me India.Arie.?' 

Family feud love. forgiveness?
Those Fallen angel princesses. 
Bitter battered boastful love.
A glove holds that mean, little snub.
Aching, yearning love.
Misdirected, a memory love. 
Sounds like that poet, Shihan: Type Love. 
Love that calmed my soul,
Not that love that gets - Oh So old! 

I would love to see ???

I've never had it. Though, I think I felt it once, maybe twice . . . 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJZkBWBashA

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