Sing me a song
if that's what you want.
If you feel my love
on this tear-stained page.
I'll give you a choice,
to love or to hate,
but either one is fine
if at least you feel something.
How sad I am
that I ask to hate,
that I ask to love.
No, how sad are you
to refuse to love,
to refuse to hate.
Tell me a tale
of a love so true
that Mother Earth gives a cry
of pity and woe.
Her birds would flutter
and her grass would grow.
To hold a candle to its beauty
not worth it to compete.
If your love you will give,
your love I will take.
If my love you will take,
My love I will give.
The beauty of innocence,
of a sweetness so pure
is what I want.
I find that you are worth
every precious golden gem,
and I'm the apple
on the top of the tree.
Waiting,
just waiting for the one
to make the effort,
of climbing all the way to the top.
I am not a game,
so don't try to play.
You are not a player,
so I won't be the game.
All I need is to understand
that connection
from me to you.
YOU ARE READING
Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
