I see all these words - 
weaved and weaved again,
owned and bereaved again,
searching for a love
never recieved, 
but so in imaginations;
never felt,
but so in creations;
and then i see the words
weaved and weaved again,
empty of the love
so desperate of
all of which they weave about,
leaving irony as their rhyme.

I, for one, am tired of reading and reading again, the love you couldnt have, the hand you couldnt hold or the whisper you didnt hear. I, for one, would like to hear more of the love you can, you have and you share. #love #dustypoetsays #yqbaba #english #poemoftheday