by Deborah Breuer
Ive become jaded.
Confused and ultimately indifferent.
This has made me cool,
No, not cold.
Like the gems that fill my eyes
I am hard,
If only an effort were made.
And this is where my confusion takes flight.
Have I not so much to give,
Have I not the heart to receive,
That with these abilities
A true kiss the spell could break?
For a witch has jaded me,
Making me feel.
Unknowing of what could happen,
If it all could be real.
And Im not feeling worn-down,
Im revived again,
Feeling a pulse,
Posted on 11/14/2006
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/06/07 at 07:34 AM|
Just tell him to walk away; it's cold, but his confusion just clouds his memory of why it didn't work out in the first place. Well written piece for a friend.