MARTINE TUREAUD

LOVE







Love, am I invisible?
Did my heart not call out his name?
Were his feelings just so miniscule?
Or was Cupid just shooting without aim?

Love, I am not to be outdone
but why have you left me to fend for myself
I don't want to learn this lesson
I don't like the cards I have been dealt

Without dwelling in the negative
How can I be positive?
When I have all this love to give
To the one who has no intent

Of giving it back to me
My heart has painfully
given it's all, you see
Please Love, set me free

Love, you were only a guest
you didn't come to stay
so take this suffering off my chest
and give me dignity and point the way

To a place of freedom
To a place of peace
So that when I feel I need him
The pain will begin to cease

It's more than just the lonliness
I feel like I have nothing
It's a terrifying emptiness
and even more...gut wrenching

I'm trying to be the friend
I have no regrets of those moments I shared
But now that it's come to an end
Conversations are so hard to bear

But because I love him so
And he loves her now, I know
Love, I have to let him go
So that in their hearts you'll grow.

God blesses me everyday
so I'll take my blessings and run
Eventually, I know I'll be okay
I guess love is not for everyone

©2012 Martine Tureaud

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SAVERIO CARUSO

UNTITLED






She looks at me, I look at her.

She looks at me, I look at her
It always starts with a glance
But this glance turned into a dance
She looks at me I look at her
A feeling takes over that I cant control
She winks, I blush
You can say she got me in a trance
With the look, wink and dance
She looks at me, I look at her
On our first date, she pulled the chair
I stopped and glared
She could be the one
It’s a feeling I can’t control
Just a kiss on the lips
Sealed the deal
She looks at me I look at her
She’s dressed in white with a vale
covering her face
I wink, she blushes
And now you may kiss the bride
She looks at me, I look at her
It’s truly a feeling I cannot control.

©2012 Saverio Caruso

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