\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2006955-Its-Sad-But-True
Item Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #2006955
A poem I wrote a long time ago about a boy and love.
It's sad but true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love.
For love is as fickle as the doves
That fly by without a care.
For even they know that true love leads to despair
The evidence is easy to be seen.
For love was not even worth it for the Virgin Queen,
Who was the product of a love that went deadly wrong.
For none can love that long.

I do not need you to love me good sir,
For I am strong and none can demur
This fact, for mine eyes has seen its fair share of hurts
For the world is a pervert
And loves to play games and never play by the same rules
For the world is unfair, unforgiving, and simply just cruel.
Many times this heart of mine has been smashed,
For love and flirtations always seem to backlash
And I always end up alone and ran through the mud,
For not even my own flesh and blood
Would stay with me and be by my side
For this I will never be the blushing bride.

It's sad but ultimately true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love,
For love is as fickle as the doves
Who know that none ever get the love they deserve
For love expires. So excuse me while I swerve
And avoid that volatile thing called love.
For even the fickle doves
Know that love is a game of cards
For which I have no hope to win because I am so scarred.

It's sad but true,
For I wish I had you,
But why would you want someone like me?
So please don't look at me -
The way you do or how you make me -
Feel so important or how you make my heart feel so free.
Please just let me be,
You cruel, cruel lovable man, you.
© Copyright 2014 Carole Rae (carolerae at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2006955-Its-Sad-But-True