Get Your Premium Membership

Love and Inclination

Everything I do is a nag, a drag Something you wish I never said Now I lie here, Crazy with it all stuck In my head What was spoken Again and again, was necessary And if you hate me now Maybe you will love me in the next life We're too busy, we're too busy Between us we're too busy Times twice But if there was ever a moment We could steal to reconcile, I may Be open to consider All things bitter, all things sweet To end with uttering the words We dare not speak "I'm sorry" If so I hope we mean them truly No more fooling around With time we cannot make for us Life is passing us by and by And to my love I ask, How do you reply?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.