Love Reality Blinded By Rumors

There is nothing I'd love more
Than to walk through the front door
And see your smiling face
Without a single mad trace
Of the fight we had last night
Darkening our love so bright
Because both our foolish pride
Made us believe all the lies
Friends were gossipping around
Paranoid it got us down
And we started to accuse
Lighting a hot deadly fuse
That soon turned into huge flames
As we played the old blame game
Words were shouted, tears were falling
As we attacked and were mauling
One another very harshly
This game can be very costly
And not very humorous
When the hurt from rumors is
Tearing our great love apart
We should listen with our hearts
Finding the trust once again
That can be used in the end
To repair and fix this error
Knowing we belong together
I am hoping I will see
As I turn the front door key
The guy I love waiting there
With arms full of love and care
That will hold me close and tight
Making everything wrong---right
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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November 24, 2013 at 10:41 AM
Robin, how do we get away from them rumors. Like you said very costly... And the ending of your poems sums it all up, when true love knows better.... In the arms of love... MAKING EVERYTHING BETTER.... Thank you for enjoying my poems... hugs.. LINDA
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November 23, 2013 at 2:41 PM
We never know who we can trust, sometimes. Even our closest friends can talk about us behind our backs and stir up trouble. But, I never believe the gossip, anyway! Another great poem from you, Robin!...Thank you so much for the kind words on my poem "Near". :)
Jones Avatar
November 22, 2013 at 2:02 PM
Oh....this is something you do learn as you get older...never believe gossip....people who start it do so out of jeolousy...trust each other....good poem...
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November 22, 2013 at 6:13 AM
Gee whiz do I get this! Reminds me of all the fights Ricky and I have had, but also the ability to work through them. Everyone can relate to this piece; kudos, Sweet Pea :)
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