Most often
We write poetry of love
Lost or found
Riding it gagged
Or loosely bound
Raw emotions simmering
Under the surface tide
Roaring in and out
Or open wide
One minute we love
The next we hate
Damn it to hell
Or praise to heaven’s gate
Fickle we are as humans do bleed
Is it a wonder that any succeed?
Fancy our choices
Made to feel most
Ready in time
To give up its ghost
With never a mind to be always true
What then becomes of me?
And you
Simply put
Along comes the bus
With loads of fresh genes
We forget about us

Sounds like a true poet n keep them coming

So true..Nicely done...

You have incredible style and a magnificent way with words ... keep them coming my dear ... I so enjoy your writes ... CHEERS to you

Ease and fluidity. Enjoyable to ponder.

Movie07, nice to meet you, in case I haven't greeted you yet.. and thank you for your notice and comments on my work...

Ainjel, again, thank you my friend...

Garrett, once again your praise makes me blush in deeper shades of red.. thank you for your kind words..

Sharris, thank you for noting the style... I'm trying to learn how to use less words and still make it work...

Jeff, thank you, my friend