My thoughts are many when I think of you,
most filled with contradiction –
like now –
I sit in this cold, lifeless room with tears in my eyes,
yet there’s a smile on my lips.
Even though miles away,
you still haunt me,
but then, it’s so like you.
Self involved –
always busy searching for yourself,
as if you couldn’t know who and what you were.
So busy searching, you never did see me.
Ironic, isn’t it,
because I was always blind when it came to you –
that in itself makes me just as guilty,
for we all see and hear exactly what we choose –
don’t we?
Ed
nice work Dawn...
art Sun...
Sheila
Cryssa
These lines say it all:
Self involved –
always busy searching for yourself,
as if you couldn’t know who and what you were.
So busy searching, you never did see me.
- David
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Harold M. Nash
- Bill
There's a lot of heart in what you write, and a lot of wisdom.
And of course a lot of what it takes to pull it all together:
immense talent. -gene.
we do tend to be blinded
to certain facts that surround us
Love & peace
William
Fee
This one is powerfully penned; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Much peace, love, and light, and Ciao,
Amber "Vivianna"
I'm sooooo guilty of this!!!
This poem is a good reminder to everyone to pay attention to their friends!!! Thank you so much, Dawn, for this fantastic write!!! This is full of meaning, and can be read in so many ways!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
I think of the saying 'Love is blind', your words bring sadness and are moving!
Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Ted