Maybe It was the Rain

Love and much more what meets the eye when such an old world is said so many times.

Do we even count when everything is already said? 

Do we even dance when the song replays and already played 

back & forth in

 driving home? 

Do we even sing out loud the lyrics when the Idyllic nights become unbearable

What's there to paint when I see black and white anyway? 

You'd always drew our lives in pencil 

What's to wear on my cold sanctimonious finger

when you left me a moon-ring 

both realizing you took all the colors with you.

How to smile when it's heavy? 

Maybe pulling those demons out of your lungs,

those labored breaths

in the heaviness you feel.

How can I stop when the world continues to show? 

How to dream anymore when you feel like a stranger in your own? 

How to move on, when changes was just a blister

 that heals to wounds 

and later a scar to show?

What I'm supposed to do 

that life is just a life and nothing more?

In the ways through the summit where I find her name outside my door

These days I give names. 

Love is only a kiss that gives you a kiss goodbye. 

That lie you said "I love you" 

Just kiss me so you don't have to lie anymore.

Author's Note

What does it mean to you or feel ?

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

When love walks out the door it is never easy especially if you deeply truly the the person.

Love is complicated and unnerving many times. When we can’t be with the one we love it is a weight that won’t lift and a heaviness inside our hearts being squeezed right in the center

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How to dream anymore when you feel like a stranger on your own.... Never heard much poetic line like this in desperation! The void that lingers when a loved one is not around is resonating in your words... And this is so deep and touchy. ... I am moved by this write

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I'm simply inspired by pain never been afraid of it but looking at it with inspection using it as a drive. The persona of life begins with love and never ends. I appreciate you visiting this one... sincerely your fellow poet in life

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem, like music Andrew.
"Love is only a kiss that gives you a kiss goodbye.
That lie you said "I love you"
Just kiss me so you don't have to lie anymore."
I could write a epic poem from the lines above. The above lines. Great description of love dead-ends. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did like this one.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

What does it mean? That whatever was YOU has gone, what's left is pain, You carry on, oblivious yet aware; a strange surrender to non worth, to not feeling loved or wanted Knowing that if the truth were told you'd be alone.. Keep safe, my friend.

[Just Kim]

How to smile when it's heavy?
Maybe pulling those demons out of your lungs,
those labored breaths
in the heaviness you feel.

WOW!! Love this part, This is so good. you have talent keep writing always

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I sincerely love writing it’s always been there for me in ways you can’t describe. Therapy for the soul yet finding out who you are in writing. Thanks for stopping by and it’s been awhile I been on here life at times.

[Susan 🦋]

Ouch! This is a ache in poetry. Some thoughts can become all consuming that nothing else seems to shine.
The poem to me reflects lost joy. A deep sadness. A quiet desperation. Heart tugger for sure.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Remembrance is an escape when looking back too long you get trapped in memories becoming a new reality. This poem I wrote out of reflecting time and how gracious it’s always been to me. Thanks for stopping by I’ll be sure to leave you some reviews as well :)

[Corset]

Brings to mind that Robert Frost line "natures green is gold" and "nothing gold can stay" so many outside influences to hamper the way, life and its many disappoints when idyllic love meets reality and that knot in your stomach just won't go away.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Absolutely true friend, you have to keep moving forward life makes it so.

[barleygirl]

Your words bring to mind the way we might listen to the same song over & over -- the first few times we're all revved up and into every word, but then the song slowly fades into an unnoticed background noise. This is how love can be for some. Some don't mind familiarity & are still engaged, even when love fades into background noise. Others get bored at the point of constant repetition, looking for fresh strokes, possibly a new situation . . . some don't think about breathing life into a love situation that's become routine (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Love always unknown like a pool it's up to that individual if he's willing enough to swim in the deep end and be fine. Some stay at the shallow end safeguarding their heart. Thanks for reviewing and provoking interesting thoughts. :)

[Marina]

Lost love is always unbearable but that is why poetry exists; to pour out all the loss and hopelessness on the page in order to pick ourselves up again and move forwards. In many respects it's the best form of therapy. Bare the soul in heartfelt words and heal thereafter. Your write and its theme is universally relatable. All goodbyes are followed by hello's. 💛

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

If poetry can be define in any way, I'll choose this definition of yours. Thanks again for reviewing. Nice to meet you. It's a pleasure meeting new writers.

[AJNJ]

There are so many awesome lines here....we live in contradictions....we ache but don't show it...we tear up inside but put up a brave face, all because the world demands resilience. The conclusion is stunning. How devoid of hope the poet seems. Dreading the finale yet welcoming it as well so that the ordeal of uncertainty is done with. Appreciated very much!

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I'm glad you caught so much out of my writings. It's cold out there always yet sometimes the rain keeps you warm. Maybe it was the rain gratitude wrapped in resisting- resilience. Thanks again for the wonderful review