"too much..."
If 'too much' of everything is bad,
Then why does grief come in excess?
If little of anything would never harm,
Then what to do with this love that never comes little at a time?
I feel too much.
Care too much.
And yes, complain too much.
Maybe, this is what writers are made of.
I wonder, will 'little less' ever make me happy?
You tell me,
If not to feel it, then where to keep it?
Forgetting is as difficult
As expressing it is.
Loving is as easy
As difficult leaving is.
You call me shameless
Naked, my thoughts are.
To be read and misused
To be fed and disposed.
Let's try not to give, all that you cannot get.
For I have seen no heart, in love,
that has never bled.
YOU ARE READING
Unloved
Poetry"Unloved: Another Chance for Love" is a captivating collection of narrative poetry by DARK that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and strength. Through a heartfelt verses, the book takes readers on a journey of healing from heartbre...
