I was just making dinner. And then out pops this little lot. The whole thing feels more like a song than a poem. Although what is a song if not a poem set to music? I’m not editing this at all. Just as it came. And now humming a tune that may fit. Wish I played guitar. Have to let the subconscious work on a melody. Hope it doesn’t feel too cheesy. That might be because of what I’m cooking. 😉
There’s history there for the taking,
We made it but let it grow cold.
Not one of those words I was faking
Tho’ the story is one often told.
Two souls that united but parted
While around us stormy winds blew.
How could I have known when it started
How much I’d grow to love you?
Now the breeze is balmy and steady
But the hurt lives on in my heart.
Tell me, my love, that you’re ready
To try again, make a new start.
No one can hurt like a lover
When the scars, though they fade, still ache.
There never will be another
While there’s a chance we may take.
Believe in the story that grew then,
Remember the times that we shared.
Take comfort in knowing you’re still chosen
And nothing can make me feel scared.
Now the breeze is balmy and steady
But the hurt lives on in my heart.
Tell me, my love, that you’re ready
To try again, make a new start.
How many loves have been lost to
Stories begun but collapsed
In a world where true love is too few
And questions are filled with perhaps?
Now I’m just a lost, lonely lover
With a story to tell just like you,
Secrets that some may uncover,
No story when love is still true.
For the breeze is balmy but steady
And our hurts live on in my heart
But I’m telling you, darling, I’m ready
To live again right from the start.
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