Description: Trying to make people happy at the cost of your strength. Is that right or wrong. People tend to take advantage of things that is laid in front of them. But what of the people who would see the love of offering one's self to another. Would you be strong and not offer yourself to another or do it and hope the right people come along. This poem is a little too personal I think. It's different from all my other poems. Offering one's self completly has been my downfall.
Weakness out of Love -------------------------------------------
Dividing among the ones you love
Leaving none for yourself
Creating a false paradise
Hoping for happiness
They over look you
Over the world you create
They take for granted
the love in your world
Weakness and frailty
created from love of others
Will the future hold strength or pain
Will no one see the truth
Creating weakness out of love
Well, I'm pretty sure lots of us know what you're talking about here, and for that reason I really like it. It was extremely easy for me to connect with; infact, just reading the description you have posted for it had reeled me in faster than you may know. I can see how it is personal, and as I would think that with you sharing such personal thoughts, they would be returned to you through another sharing his or her personal thoughts aswell. However, I won't be the one to do this - I'm simply saying that I won't be surprised if someone does come along and spill their heart to you. This is an incredibly good thing for a poem, because not only did you connect with the reader, but you left something inside them for even after they leave. I'm not very good for giving great advice, as I am only a novice writer myself; but I do make sure to point out either my most favourite part of the poem, or where to find the strength in your poem. And as I have told you the one thing that I respected most, I will be on my way. With just a last few words : Wonderful job stranger :)
This poem made me cry. I NEVER EVER took what you gave me for granted. not one kiss, not one word you spoke to me, not even one look when my back was turned. My love returned yours. I did not take yours for free. I gave you my everything in return. Sad, sad poem. but god, i know exactly what you mean by it. and it kills me. yes, words can kill. and those words did. but good poem.
Sort of like being someone else for the ones that you love. Yeah I know what you're talking about. And I dunno how many times I felt like people were taking me and what I tried to do for them for granted. You really put back that feeling of knowing you're being molded, yet you love them too much to do anything about it. Great poem.