The mind is never silent,
Birds are always singing,flying through the sky
Problems keep coming on my way,
But I am not complaining.
I’m just glad that the sun is shinning through my window
The house is being built with love,courage,giving me the strength to carry on.
No one knows where I am…
I am right here hiding inside the closet
fighting this demon that has been torturing me since I was a little girl.
Screaming so loudly when the world is busy doing their won things,
making so much noise
Hoping,wishing to find my inner peace.
Doubts being buried inside my mind.
Trying to figure out how could I escape from this shell I’ve put myself in.
As I listen to the music made by our beating heart,
Hands touching,exploring,breathing heavily,waiting for the right time to explode
The bomb which is hidden inside ours hearts.
Will forever remind us of our fears,flaws,mistakes,misunderstanding we had in the past.
Our alter ego trying to break us apart,
looking at the beautiful stars I see through your eyes.
You promised that you’ll help me understand the true meaning of love,
but then…I didn’t come at the right time,I was not ready to love anyone,
I’m trapped in my past
my past forbidden me to see the light,
I have closed the door which leads to vulnerability,softness,fragility caused by a man.
I’ve learnt my lesson through tough love.
Please do not judge me baby…
I am only human.
I am searching for ME
I don’t expect you to understand me,
All I want you to do, is to accept me as I am,
When you choose to take me to be part of your life,
Always remember you are taking along my baggage,
I know nothing about true love
but I am prepared to learn
Just listen…don’t listen with your ears only
listen with your heart.
I know nothing about love
The mind is never silent,
6 thoughts on “I know nothing about love”
This is lovely and inspiring. In the days of Socrates, the phallus was about culture and the subject of many a recitation of the great works, interrogation and innovation. The small tongue, a broad chest, a firm bum and a small member; was a plus in those days; symbolic of manly control.
Thank you for such warm words…Although I was not yet born during Socrates era but I believe a lot could be learnt from that historic time of philosophy.I would love to read more of philosophy and understand it better.#Hugs
So very beautiful, and soothing!
What a beautiful poem well written,it’s just so magnificent and yet meaningful keep up the good work.
Tnx…just keep on being a shinning star you are and I will carry on writing more.#sweet