Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


21 May 2013



I wish I could be one of those guys who

could just use women to satisfy me,

physically and emotionally,

but I can’t. It’s something I just can’t do.

My fatal flaw is that I care too much,

too deeply and too quickly do I fall,

raising someone up on a pedestal,

I try to believe that love is enough.

I’m also giving, more than I get back,

and I see more in others than they see,

my desire to know someone seems to be

something strange that most people seem to lack.

Perhaps no one wants to be loved like this?

Maybe it’s unattainable to wish?


21 May, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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