I Love him but want another
The feeling of emptiness lies there waiting
And he can’t fill it.
Love seemed unbearable, like it was hard,
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Hold on a minute! Did I write this or was it Frankie? Listen to your heart always. You have no better guide, otherwise you'll be very virtuous, but dead.
I like this Frankie...it's honest and true. You start opening it up and it turns into another question that begs an answer...that only has another question for you. I like your awareness and perception and how you are brave enough to face up to it. That's part of what poetry is about...you write not because you know.. but to find out! Or to find out that you still don't know! Not an easy one to untangle! Donall
very good poem i know what you mean its happened 2 me lots of times.and find myself with more questions then i started with. because eahch question leads to ananswer and each answer leads 2 a question. (does that make sence?) . love stacey xxx