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Blogs > yesmamallthetime > Mellifluous Musings

Expectations Of Love And Trust A Poem  

yesmamallthetime 56F  
4466 messages
25/7/2019 23h51
Expectations Of Love And Trust A Poem

I hear the loneliness
Between the lines
Things you mention
But don't emphasize.

You have been hurt
Many many times
Your expectations
Of love and trust
Never met.
People just failed
In that regard.

I so want to hug
And comfort you
Tell you that you matter
So very much
That I will do my best
To live up to those
Those expectations
Of love and trust.

If we are honest
We can try this.
I say try because
We are only human.
And we are not error free.
So the best policy
Will be to take one day
At a time like they say
For so many other things.
Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
yesmamallthetime 56F  
11278 messages
25/7/2019 23h52

 Just some thoughts ...
Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely


Msmealsonheels 30F  
688 messages
26/7/2019 12h13

 I hear the loneliness too..
For one does not have to be Mother of the Pride
To know betrayal - and much worse..
Of how to heal such a wound
Of how to SHINE in such a fog.
To be again one's self..
To be the Captain of one's own ship
Set' a course for one's own destiny..


Msmealsonheels 30F  
688 messages
26/7/2019 12h53

 I hear the loneliness too..
For one does not have to be Mother of the Pride
To know betrayal - and much worse..
Of how to heal such a wound
Of how to begin to SHINE
In such a fog..

To be again one's self..
To reset the wrong
To cast it overboard
Off one's ship
For if it stays
It is you that keeps it now...

To be one's own jailer
Or the Captain of one's own ship..
To take the responsibility..
An set' a course for a better place..
Arrr... Wha'th don tis don..
an' ovr wi'th now..

Yesterday is history..
It's over with now.
And nothing can ever change it.

Tomorrow is a mystery..
Hopes and dreams..
We just don't get to know yet.

But today is a gift..
That's why they call it..
"The Present"

The only place..
Where we may..
Truly live...

One moment at a time..


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