its like my fridge that gets filled in... and out,
its like the sink wth and without dishes,
like my full and empty stomach,
my monotonous trash bin,
alls tiring sometimes.
but thats life.
its like when i gave u my luv,
when i gave, it was fully.
im empty now.
but soon my heart is filled with the luv to the wrld again
and ill share it wth other men
somehow if that repeats i grow tired of it and yet not.
feels like a fountain, the luv
fools by pourin but its filled wth the same element that it gvs
it has no other nature, no other choice
feels like neother matter in the physical wrld
that nothing ends
it only changes.
energies in constant groove
i am full of them
discovered me
i am the fountain
i am a woman!
2 comments:
I hate the way people seem to think that poetry needs to be vague and hard to understand. this poem is the opposite of that, the words make sense, the meaning is seemingly straight-forward. but the more you think about it, the more you can sense the layers of meaning. two very enthusiastic thumbs up from me.
it feels g to c the effect i had tried to creat, the clarity of the message in my poems, has been achieved:)
Thank you. It makes me proud and ur comments r jst so kind.
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