Description: I dont know what to say about this one...i wrote it without "thinking"...therefore i wrote without doubt...
For ACL & all who can relate -------------------------------------------
when you stare at the sun,
if you ever have,
its really wonderful,
but for some reason
you cant keep your gaze
for fear itll blind you.
When i think of you
I see an eclipse of your soul
over your heart
but something tells me
if i get what i want
it'll end in misery
So i'll spare us both the sorrow
A petal from a flower can fall
because of anything..the wind
..the touch of another leaf or flower..
anything can make it fall...but some reason..
that last petal seems as if it never comes off...
there are many things
that influences my choices in life..
hundreds of things....i have only a few
choices in my life..major ones..
and in this regard..the question to decide upon is this: do i want to be hurt again?
its a choice thats not easily made.
the last petal's fall is always blamed upon the strongest winds
back then i only told you some of
what you wanted to hear
Cause i give what is wanted
but cant get in return
and the only reason i couldnt give you
exactly what you wanted
is cause that meant for the first time
in my life i could have
what i always wanted
has the difference between thinking and knowing
ever been displayed to you?
To think involves doubt and to know does not
Does the average person have the power, the magic
to change doubt into know?
If i tell you, "i think i love you", would you be satisfied with my doubt?
Love is the only reason we'd do "everything" for someone.
Back on the 15th I wrote on this as i said for a very long time. It was very hard for me, because it was written while we were still together, and that made me sad (along with stubborn salesman). I can't recreate what I wrote in that hour, as I just said, but at the very end I said that if ever you doubted me.. how could you have expected my flower to bloom when it had seen but its first spring, and was choking in the dead petals of the past. You thought my heart was broken when you left? It already was, time and time again, and everytime I buried the pieces and tried again to hope the next flower would somehow be brighter... that it would catch your eye and you would brush away all the death around it so it could grow, so you could grow with me and not feel all that weight.
And then I sacrificed everything on the hope you would leave and when you came back you would have decided once and for all. That if my flower was never to grow that at least you grab the one your thoughts always strayed too. And then I blew myself away, I would not be another decaying corpse holding you back anymore. At first I thought I would have to go away from you entirely, that I had to destroy even friendship just to make sure you would never think of magnolias again, and to keep myself from hoping you would.
But its been a long time, and I've learned much in the interim. I no longer want, or can be, a flower of romance anymore... its not even in the picture as I've done my best to make it so. I just wish to be the tree again, a soft shade when respect and understanding is needed, and a playful rustling when laughter is preferred. I don't know if that has happened yet, every dialogue we have now is about a misery I can do little to repair, and all attempts at anything else are met with evasion. But I've said all about the past I need to on this site, and in chat I will be firmly focused on the future and present, on silliness and serious questions.
I too liked the analogy between the love and the flowers and the environment which is what is cause and effect...what really made me think or feel were the lines, "has the difference between thinking and knowing ever been displayed to you? To think involves doubt and to know does not Does the average person have the power, the magic to change doubt into know?" Great piece! Love, Peace, Joy!!!
I wrote for an hour on this poem, the site logged me out and its gone. I have not the heart to write it again, because it was painful enough the first time when I revealed my personal connection at the end of the interpretation, feedback, and review. She'll just need to talk to me for this one, I don't create words the same way twice.
This is a really good. I mean REALLY GOOD! Its so expressive and I'm glad you didn't stop to think because the curiosity that I get from this piece would be lost. It kind of like what I went through, so I can relate well. I really like the second stanza, that to me was the sweetest part in the poem but the third has such great imagery and the ending was class! Great write!!