When Love Comes Around,
I hear not a sound.
When Love Comes Around,
I feel tightly wound.
When Love Comes Around,
I run and I bound.
When Love Comes Around,
I hope I’m not found.
Because Love has left me,
hurt me and lied.
Love has ripped me,
until I felt like I died.
So when Love comes seeking,
I run and I hide.
Because I can’t let Love get close
to who I am inside.
Love is only good to those who it sways,
And Love only spares those not caught in the fray.
And Love takes over all my nights and days…
Then when Love turns familiar…
Love goes away.
Unstable Love…
is not able Love.
So I label Love…
It’s a fable, Love.
Oh, Love, how you haunt me!
Taunt me and flaunt me.
But yet I wait for more.
Love how I want thee!
Yet you allude and you daunt me.
Love, you live in my core.
So when Love Comes Around, I’m wary.
Oh, all the weight Love wants me to carry.
Love leaves me frazzled and harried.
Love, oh Love… is scary.
-goobs
Goobs’ Poetry: When Love Comes Around
On November - 8 - 2009ADD COMMENTS
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