Denue de sens Amour
Meaningless Love
by... me o.O''
There are many who would be quick to disagree with me on such a subject
But it's a subject that can't go unshared
In stories where there's not always a happy ending
The person who was in love ended up with a broken heart
I don't see how that it is
When there are others that go on loving those they can't have
Being pushed away and tortured
To be ripped from their own obsession
Should be the end of it
But no one understands that that is nowhere near the end
True love means you"ll never give up until you win that one heart
Tears will be shed in the battle
But the prize will wipe them away at your deathbed
They will tell you they love you
And it will feel like the first time they said it
Before you close your eyes to enter that endless sleep
They will sit at your side and close their eyes, praying to you
Guiding you to the place you want to be to wait for them again
And as they settle beside you and close their eyes for the last time as well
You"ll fight to find each other once again
People will still stand in the way
Their words and your lover's words will pull you down
But the challenges that will let you once again see that smile
Will be worth it
You"ll take one another into a hold that heaven couldn't even achieve
And say once again that you love them
Though that's not the end, so don't feel content
It would be when you were finally in each other's arms once again
That you"ll open your eyes, waking from the dream
No lover at your side
Because that's reality
A tear is shed, as you look at the empty spot next to you
Laying back to the pillow you"ll muffle the sounds of the cries of pain built up in your heart
Though falling back into the bliss of that land
With the only other person you could want in life
It will all repeat itself
The pain, the heartache, sorrow, and loneliness
Of being left behind
To feel sorry for not doing something different to steal that other heart
To ne honest, I write poems to pull me away from being depressed. I guess I'm one of those people that don't think being depressed is worth the waste in time and/or energy, as well as physical being. It amazingly helps me to relax, and I believe in everything I write of. When I wrote this poem in particular, it was a way to rid my mind of all the worry when my first real boyfriend (last year) had decided it better to spend his time with other girls instead of myself. Then situations got questionable and he wasn't bothering to really even talk to me. But all is good now and I think he's afraid to be alone in the same building as me. And I as well could never be happier with my life these days. ...... And sorry for going a bit overboard with explaining. Bad habit.