What Does Love Really Mean?

What does love really mean?
or is a vision like a dream.
we're traveling down the same road
with different types of endings 
why do we always feel alone
until we're almost grown 
due to always hide ourselves 
from experiencing the ride
from actually letting our feet slide
and taking the fall
and maybe putting a plaque on the wall
for every experience that you have had
good or bad 
cause either way we wear them on our sleeve 
like a boy scout badge
we all want someone 
but can't commit to only one 
or at least it seems that way when i turn a page
with people i know at my age
it seems like love is game 
with an unsung hero 
and people jus mame
and shoot through your heart with a spear though
its almost impossible to find a girl who's 4real though
a women who u can paint on mural
someone who appriciates love at its best
and won't try it like the life span of an insect
maybe love isn't forever 
but it isn't a whenever 
it what you make it
and its there when your ready to take it
but we jus need to take some time
and possible unwind
and figure out if its love that we all really want
and also if the person we love isn't the one in front
i hope one day that we all appreciate love 
i hope that we all experience it when we go to above 
because life without love is definitely sour 
Thats why im seeing mines in a nice big tower
one last thing b4 the end is near
and that love is nothing to fear
because when it happens everything becomes clear 
and you won't help but smile when your in the mirror
because you no how if feels 
when you explore something so real.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 28, 2009 at 9:09 AM
Have a beautiful weekend and thank you for posting your awesome poetry here for us to read Eric. Love,Carol
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November 27, 2009 at 12:29 PM
Interesting last four lines. Keep the magical pen flowing. Sara
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