Jul 2010
Agreement to Romance
No contract/ signatures
For the shared love of love,
they were brought together.
Defined by liberty,
he needs some space from her.
One day she crossed the line -
agreement was over.*
Yet she hides it from him,
and very well indeed.
She keeps the way she is
with charming words of wit.
He needs the privacy
she wants the true love's touch
They love the fantasies,
an adrenaline rush.
Behind the door she lives
is the absence of his.
He never stays the night,
sometimes forgets to kiss.
She sometimes wondered why
his scent vanished like dust.
They succumb to romance,
right between love and lust.
He still does not know how
she keeps him in her heart.
For if he did, oh my,
they would break far apart.
Agreement to Romance
we've all been there and lost.
The taste of full freedom
comes with too high a cost.
No contract/ signatures
For the shared love of love,
they were brought together.
Defined by liberty,
he needs some space from her.
One day she crossed the line -
agreement was over.*
Yet she hides it from him,
and very well indeed.
She keeps the way she is
with charming words of wit.
He needs the privacy
she wants the true love's touch
They love the fantasies,
an adrenaline rush.
Behind the door she lives
is the absence of his.
He never stays the night,
sometimes forgets to kiss.
She sometimes wondered why
his scent vanished like dust.
They succumb to romance,
right between love and lust.
He still does not know how
she keeps him in her heart.
For if he did, oh my,
they would break far apart.
Agreement to Romance
we've all been there and lost.
The taste of full freedom
comes with too high a cost.
Agreement to Romance is my poetic experiment on the topic of a special sort of relationship in our modern society. It is called Friends with Benefits/No-Strings-Attached.
However you feel about that trend, my poems are not meant to offend or defend an issue. They are as subjective, emotional, and imaginative as could be. We are all responsible for our emotions, and whatever we choose to do with them, so be it.
However you feel about that trend, my poems are not meant to offend or defend an issue. They are as subjective, emotional, and imaginative as could be. We are all responsible for our emotions, and whatever we choose to do with them, so be it.
(Fall Foliage Winter Winds)
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