"wrip" poems
Love has no conditions
We make our own traditions
This isn't our first edition
Love has no conditions
We fix each other along the way
What gives you the power to say
What is right or wrong in any way
If love has no conditions
Tear me down, wrip me apart
Condition, condition, condition
Am I not enough
Are you calling my bluff
Do you not see the same me
Standing here before you
Begging you, asking you
For you to accept me as I am
Are you settling with being content
When you strive to be elated
Maybe our love has faded
I didn't know I was being graded
If love has no conditions
How dare you not accept me
If we were sand and sea
Id see how you wrestle me
I never wanted to fight with you
I only wanted to be with you
This was our time to shine
If love had no conditions
I can't blame you, slay you, betray you
I want all of you unconditionally
I find myself adjusting to you
As we dance this rhythm of love
Love is just a game
The players tend to say
Ive never felt so played
Who am I today
If love has no conditions
Pigs began to fly
If love has no conditions
This is the day I will cry
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Tittle tattle
ribble and rabble
The conversation goes
the way the conversation went
Fiddle faddle
dibble and daddle
every word emitted
was indeed foretold by the committed
Wrip wrap
snip snap
tip tap
Without an outstretched hand
Who is to let the movements move
like hourglass sand?
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC