my feelings are mine
and mine only
...
no one else knows
no one else cares
no one else shares
my heart’s symphony
…
like grains of sand
millions of us there be
with no two exactly alike
detracting from mirror images
that which we refuse to see
…
when the future becomes our history
having never uncovered love’s mystery
will we look back
with very much regret
…
will we think then
…
we… should… have
could…
would… have
except for this and that
…
our reasons feel so empty
leaving us with no exceptions
not for the least trick of flattery
or
the slightest bit of redemption
…
as egos refuse to coincide
we separate our lives
leaving only bruising to the pride
so
how can we even matter
if we never really tried
…
there was nothing ventured
and even less to gain
…
so why does the past
walk us through the rain
…
why do the memories
leave me feeling unexplained
…
all my life force ebbing now toward gone
…
where did I go wrong
…
once again

© Athena Rose

02/10/13

It's natural.....future will always be a history....And you can't uncover love's mystery if you ve not been in the rise and fall of love... Nice write,ms Athena!

A thoughtful write. I enjoyed reading it carefully.



It seems to me that life destroys pride, inexorabley moving the heart toward love.

nor opened our hearts to it in the first place...

thank you for your sincere assessment of my creative effort, Sinner... I like your deduction...

so you picked up on my vibes, huh, hippie..