Odder Truth
Torn in-between...
We were meant to exist as strangers...
Blowing on a winter breeze in December...
Our love deities,
Illustrated a moment
For us to relish.
Your love vibrates my Bones...
Truth be told
I still feel you near,
Even when I'm alone...
You Buried me in your Love
And Now
I'm left Rumbling in the Deep,
Like I'm made of stone...
Your Love is the
Liquid to my fountain...
I'm the Peak
And you're the mountain
Together we Belong...
Or maybe
We Belong as Strangers...
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (21)
Oh wow, very deep, really well told!
You’ve done it again! Great penmanship, my friend. 💖
"Your love vibrates my Bones..." What an evocative phrase.
Very profound piece lil bro! i loved it!
Oh that ending 😭❤️
Super!!! Excellent
Excellent poem! Loving it❣️❣️
It's just so sad to know that lovers would always have a possibility of ending up as strangers. So sad!
Beautifully penned!🌬️❄️Well done!!! 👏💖
Great! Very well written! We all belong!
That return to the first line at the end is executed so well. It doesn't quite undo all that is in between, but it certainly recolors it in a way that requires another reading, and more thought beyond the confines of the poem itself. Well done!
This is very thought-provoking! Lovely choice of words and lines in this one, Lonzo! Well done!
It makes me think of how often I have had these moments with random strangers and felt like we knew each other. However, they are always gone too soon.
Snap, snap, snap! I'm in love with this poem!
Wonderful poem!
This flows so well. The ending surprised me. Loved it.
I feel that. Those people that sometimes randomly cross our paths, but maybe they were meant for something more. Some brilliant lines in there Lonzo.
Lyrical as always, Lonzo! Wonderful poem!
Wow. This is excellent. Well done.
Superb💓
GORGEOUS! "Your love vibrates my Bones" You write the love and longing so well, dear Lonzo! Another poem full of beauty!