THE FACE

The face
somewhat swollen
as if deprived
but not of sleep
just holding back
the agony
watching love slip
uttered
not a sound.
Is love never possessed
only held momentarily
until we think
it's ours
only to leave us
abandoned again
while others hearts swell
with the prospect
a false comfort
as it touches them
fills their hearts
and slips away
again and again
until the nothingness
devoid of all hope
sings it's song
and memory
holds what is past?
How cruel
to be human
and know
love

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I really, really need some feedback here. Thanks in advance.

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love this.
Exactly what one goes through for the name of love.
You write very good.
Keep up the great art.

-Crys.,

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My crtique is simply my observation, that 'love is elusive, who can hold her?', and the theory that maybe it doesn't really exist. But, in my small world, love is a calling to excellence and self-sacrifice which comes to fruition in the lives of those held dear.
Well punctuated description of pursuing the noble, if unobtainable prize.

Last edited by Marsink 10-29-2009 at 10:24:05 PM