As time continues to run out,
the humane act of love does so too.
What once seemed like the soul was
crying the tears of the eyes,
has now become tearless drops that
quench the thirst of attention-loving
ties.
What once seemed like beauty was
used for goodness,
is now the gateway to the most
devilish acts.
Thats why the love I seek to find,
is buried beneath the old times.
And the old times are not the new times,
so what I seek to find in these times,
is farther away than the love of the good
times.
Therefore, I have given up the love that
is dearest to my heart,
because it is not from todays sunshine.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
