Ain't much trouble in this world what can't be chalked up to unmet expectations is there?
When you look at the heart of almost every troubling matter, [i]unmet expectations[/i] can always be the problem or at least the biggest part of it.
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HotMessExpress102 · 41-45, F
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Oberon1 · 61-69, M
@HotMessExpress102 I don't mean to come off like Buddha or something. I've certainly done my share of howling at the moon over a broken heart! I even wrote a kind of poem about it.
I believe in love
I've known it
The pounding heart
the butterflies
the lack for breath
the heavy sighs
being alone in a crowded room
falling into her eyes
and drowning forever
Every sensation sacred
to touch her
to taste her
The sound of her breathing
Her voice
Her passion
her smell
The unique mysterious
smell of her body
Her sex.
Oh the sight of her!
Breath taking beauty
awesome splendor
Her image imprinted
branded blazoned on the canvass
of my soul
with colors and hues impossible
to recreate or simulate
outside the eyes of my mind
Tragically though
the depth and intensity
of a love that is found
is exponentially
dwarfed by the grief
of a love that is lost
the weeping mourning insanity
of a broken heart
I knew love
I knew heart break
I lost myself
in my yearning for death
I became
a cowardly drunken dog
skulking in the streets
drinking from the gutter
running from everyone
and everything
Licking my infected wounds
choking on the poison discharge
of bitterness and remorse
I know love
Whether by laughter and joy
or with tears of sorrow
Terrible wicked sweet
Mother of songs!
I would gladly endure
one year of your hell
for one hour of your heaven
I lay my torch
at the tomb of our love
I believe in love
I've known it
The pounding heart
the butterflies
the lack for breath
the heavy sighs
being alone in a crowded room
falling into her eyes
and drowning forever
Every sensation sacred
to touch her
to taste her
The sound of her breathing
Her voice
Her passion
her smell
The unique mysterious
smell of her body
Her sex.
Oh the sight of her!
Breath taking beauty
awesome splendor
Her image imprinted
branded blazoned on the canvass
of my soul
with colors and hues impossible
to recreate or simulate
outside the eyes of my mind
Tragically though
the depth and intensity
of a love that is found
is exponentially
dwarfed by the grief
of a love that is lost
the weeping mourning insanity
of a broken heart
I knew love
I knew heart break
I lost myself
in my yearning for death
I became
a cowardly drunken dog
skulking in the streets
drinking from the gutter
running from everyone
and everything
Licking my infected wounds
choking on the poison discharge
of bitterness and remorse
I know love
Whether by laughter and joy
or with tears of sorrow
Terrible wicked sweet
Mother of songs!
I would gladly endure
one year of your hell
for one hour of your heaven
I lay my torch
at the tomb of our love
HotMessExpress102 · 41-45, F
@Oberon1 You... this is incredible and yeah, that type of love is worthy of all one must endure to feel it and know it... even if it’s for a short time and not an eternity.
Writing and expressing my emotions through it are all I know.
I just need to stop whining, but unfortunately grief does have to go through its stages 😤
I do truly thank you for your kindness and heart in sharing with me.
Writing and expressing my emotions through it are all I know.
I just need to stop whining, but unfortunately grief does have to go through its stages 😤
I do truly thank you for your kindness and heart in sharing with me.
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Oberon1 · 61-69, M
@SW-User Are you drunk?
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