Love, Planes and Dreams

We couldn’t find our way
So intention became consequence
We set each other free
And waved goodbye to everything
Except remembrance

Now you’ve come back
With your lonely heart in your hand
We said hello again
But my memory of you
Doesn’t understand

What is it that you love?
Is it me or my company?
Could you love just anyone
Or do you love only me?

I like to watch planes fly overhead
Just like I like to look at you
But when I’m on board it it's bumpy
Just like love when you say I do

It’s a funny thing to think about
People trying over and over again
It’s as if they have no memory
But nothing burns like an old flame

We had a dream once
But they write books about dreams
There are so many holes to fill
Someone else has to tell you what it means

I could love you every night
But we always seem to forget
We both know how good it feels
But we’d rather paint our next regret

I always felt like I was sleeping out in the rain
You would walk by and only see my faults
But it’s not my fault that you can’t love me
Maybe one day we’ll start acting like adults

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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

A agree maybe one day we can start acting like adults.. how true is this statement.. there are so many like that.. great poem


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

it is a very big problem for people who are incompetent...they don't know what to do especially in relationships...

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Deborah - Thank yo!

@raciniwa - I know. We aren't trained to know how to co-exist and mingle our lives; we have too much pride and too many desires... the cause of suffering is desire right? Thank you for always commenting on my work.

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