Your Picture
How can I just look at your picture
And not hold you every day
I want you more each time I look
But I can't look away
I tell myself to take it down from here
And not look at you anymore
But each time I start I stop
And I sit and look at you some more
My longing for the arms I see
Is different than before
I'd never felt them round me
Now I have and I want them even more
How can I just look at your picture
And not hold you every day
I want you more each time I look
But I can't look away
I tell myself to take it down from here
And not look at you anymore
But each time I start I stop
And I sit and look at you some more
My longing for the arms I see
Is different than before
I'd never felt them round me
Now I have and I want them even more
Sometimes I just sit here and do nothing
But want you and look into your eyes
Why do I do this to myself
I can't tell you why
But want you and look into your eyes
Why do I do this to myself
I can't tell you why
Neva Flores 2010
7 comments:
Yes, that's how it is.. and I don't know why :-)))
It can be like this sometimes can't it, you've expressed emotions perfectly as always Neva.
gut wrenching... pain expressed.
This is so sensitive and hits home so closely---Astounding the empathy you have so expressed here-
A beautiful poem,and it happens to all of us sometime.
My mother has just found out who her father was. She's been searching her entire life.
I know you probably had something else in mind when you wrote this, but it reminds me of what she is going through.
She has a photo of him now, next to a burning candle. She likes to look at the photo and say "dad", as it's the first time in 55 years she's been able to.
I'll direct her to your poem.
Thank you Neva.
So painfully true. The feeling of wanting to hold someone so badly who is not there.
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