Living A Dream
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
All I asked of life was love, be real;
so it could mold my heart like potter's clay.
But I question, is it love that folks feel,
or are competing emotions at play?
Is love real, or merely papier-mache,
a collage of hopes that easily fray?
I turned to family to find love there,
and yet, I found nothing but tears and pain.
Never having felt loved, it seemed unfair
that I kept failing again and again.
I felt no affection, only disdain,
whatever hopes I had were all in vain.
I looked to friends for love, to no avail,
for though it was on their lips, it was lies.
I thought that love must be a fairytale;
until we met, and you opened my eyes.
You taught me to find love, look in my heart;
I can't imagine us being apart.
Falling in love is like living a dream,
I'm so happy I want to shout and scream.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment