If you've ever been in true love, then you know what this poems really means. I Hope. |
-This River- by Keaton Foster Here This river Dividing Her and I US Apart Once lovers Now All but strangers I don’t remember Her feel or touch And yes There is a difference Thus If I have To explain it Then forget it You don’t know You’ve never been shown True love The purest of kinds Once in a time Once per life There is no other All else Just second fiddles Replacements For what God Has intended His gift Cannot be Rescinded And if it is Either party Is responsible And so it is Quite possible In heaven Or dare I say Hell Together again True love will be The first Is the only If you’ve ever been there You understand quite clear In the good book It is mentioned But really Just mentioning something Does not make it fact But rather A case of subjective fiction One man’s way Is another’s insanity I’m not saying That I’m right But I’m also Not saying That I’m wrong Really I’m neither Her and I Are divided Separated Dare I even say A bit serrated Cutting words Has left Many wounds She once said I want you gone Living like this It hurts too much So because I love her I obliged Thinking for a second That she Feeling as I do Would have a Change of mind Would deny All that she asked But she did not She watched me Swim away Upon this river Of so many dreams And now I’m right here And she is over there In love with another Or so she feels While I am still Deeply In love with her Till death do us part Those are not just words They are something more More than WE More than US Could ever escape This river divides us The waters way Through life is here In despite of us But because of it We can never be joined Never be together again Her and I WE US Made our choices Well again Her more than me Semantics really Heaven or hell Life or death What we started Is only interrupted By life as it happens What comes after this Whose to really say… This River Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |