Frustration.
It's not a child's game.
Frustrated.
She's messed up inside.
Realisation that love is decried.
Swung from the sky on an elastic noose.
A scaffold of porcelain holds it *****
She's ready to snap.
Her feelings are brittle.
She's ready to crack.
She wants to love him.
He can't love her back.
She swings on springs.
Adorned with legacy of heavy regret.
Dinner of dark chocolate warmed to the core,
Luscious delicious, but making her sore.
Desserts so just, just so not deserved.
Waited nearly a lifetime for one with such passion.
Like an old movie went clean out of fashion.
Once was a need to find a good reason.
The time is not right.
Love's not in season.
She hurt him.
We hurt him.
All womankind.
Fears all things will hurt him again and again.
This frustration bleeds and it's causing such pain!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Frustration.
It's not a child's game.
Frustrated.
She's messed up inside.
Realisation that love is decried.
Swung from the sky on an elastic noose.
A scaffold of porcelain holds it *****
She's ready to snap.
Her feelings are brittle.
She's ready to crack.
She wants to love him.
He can't love her back.
She swings on springs.
Adorned with legacy of heavy regret.
Dinner of dark chocolate warmed to the core,
Luscious delicious, but making her sore.
Desserts so just, just so not deserved.
Waited nearly a lifetime for one with such passion.
Like an old movie went clean out of fashion.
Once was a need to find a good reason.
The time is not right.
Love's not in season.
She hurt him.
We hurt him.
All womankind.
Fears all things will hurt him again and again.
This frustration bleeds and it's causing such pain!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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