You have no idea- and I don’t know what to say-
This crazy game of loving seems to always end this way.
When words don’t seem to matter, and the tears don’t seem at all.
I shake my head and wonder as I watch the curtain fall.
It all just seemed so sure this time- as if it had to be.
And I fell on my knees to thank our God for you and me.
We darkened doors of heaven just so sure we would get in,
But something seemed to happen, and it had to be a sin.
I look around the emptiness that haunts in every room-
And close my eyes and swear I somehow smell your sweet perfume.
You’ll never be a memory, you’ll always be my heart-
Though broken it cries out to say that we can’t be apart.
The silence is the worst of all, your laughter used to sing-
And I was all prepared to go and buy that diamond ring.
How could life have tripped us up and what unplugged the cord?
And left me here just wishing I had fallen on a sword?
The sun keeps coming up each day as if it doesn’t know-
The way love is supposed to be- it’s not allowed to go.
At night I lie and listen to the beating in my chest
And cry myself to sleep in what’s supposed to be our nest.
Nightmares should be fleeting things with endings soon enough,
I don’t see how the waves of life could ever be this rough.
I’ll keep on falling to my knees but haven’t got a prayer,
And no idea how to live when I don’t see you there.
Like the poem before this one, breakup and heartache are very common theme for we, most human, people. This poem seems to stem from a long relationship that ended very badly.
Let me guess. Man sweeps a woman off her feet, takes her away from her chosen life profession and makes her his wife. As the breadwinner, man provides money for his woman and relegates all those untidy little tasks to her, while he reserves major decisions and recreation for himself. After a long period and a gradual alienation, the woman realizes she isn't getting her share of the bargain and quits. Man is lost without someone being his household slave and keeping his appearance up. So he writes a poem about his anguish. She is in the streets with other women, shouting, "Me, too!"
Sorry John, but I got carried away. Your poem may not be about what I wrote it all. But I have no sympathy for men who use women and then complain when the women leave them.
Such heart wrenching feelings the end of a relationship can inflict. You express it so well. But love comes along again when we least expect it to come near, things happen for a reason, and the true love you seek is definitely out there somewhere, waiting patiently, you'll know it when it appears.
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Blessings, Christine
Love ya!
Jane
Let me guess. Man sweeps a woman off her feet, takes her away from her chosen life profession and makes her his wife. As the breadwinner, man provides money for his woman and relegates all those untidy little tasks to her, while he reserves major decisions and recreation for himself. After a long period and a gradual alienation, the woman realizes she isn't getting her share of the bargain and quits. Man is lost without someone being his household slave and keeping his appearance up. So he writes a poem about his anguish. She is in the streets with other women, shouting, "Me, too!"
Sorry John, but I got carried away. Your poem may not be about what I wrote it all. But I have no sympathy for men who use women and then complain when the women leave them.
Ron