Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

is and always has been

04 March 2014



many are hopeless, romantics I mean,

writing of love, both imagined and real,

of loves we’ve lost, of loves we only dream,

of all we’ve felt before, and hope to feel.


we write of hearts broken, of hearts fulfilled,

of impossible highs and lowest lows,

of souls taught to sing, and souls sadly stilled,

we write of love that dies, and love that grows.


we write of longing, yet live loneliness,

and broken, hurting hearts lose hope, lose faith,

no longer believing in happiness,

writing memories as if it’s too late.


love is what it is and has always been,

both light and dark, inspiring to the end.



4 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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