sometimes you almost touch love
it stumbles closer every day
you stretch your fingertips until
it mocks you and slips away
sometimes you almost hear love
perhaps across a telephone line
is that static or just silence
did you miss a crucial sign
sometimes you almost see love
in a simple photograph
but you know you are out of focus
when you hear a scornful laugh
sometimes you almost taste love
you sense it is sweet and pure
you recoil at the bitterness
that no medicine can cure
sometimes you almost know love
though the problems are immense
and a sneering voice informs you
you are sad and too intense
sometimes you almost find love
it draws two hearts together
then conceals itself in darkness
and stays hidden there forever
sometimes you just forget love
because you know it cannot last
it only has one purpose
to remind you of the pain filled past
A ‘some serious’ as advertised. Sadly true.
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So sad, and so true. I have known every one of these.
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Beautiful poem, I really enjoyed it!
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Such truth in this post.
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Lovely art work
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