No More Love

No More Love

A Poem by Rayanna

When you look at them you think you are just the luckiest human alive

You feel like god made this person to perfectly fit in your arms

But you were wrong...

When you've been through so many

And they keep coming as soon as love comes they bail

They realize they were only in for a place to stay and great sex

Said all kinds of things to get in your heart

But make sure they hear you loud and clear when you say no more love

I just dress and rest...love doesn’t live here anymore

Then you realize that someone spiked your drink

You wake up to fins a stranger in the bed beside you

You're stark naked, and it looks as if you never wore clothes in the first place

Clothes no when to be found, yours anyway

Wondering where your purse went when you notice the place looks like a hotel room

You step outside wrapped in a sheet to see you're surrounded by a lot of sand and palm trees

Now if I awaken there I would be happy, because I can only dream of where you are now

But then you notice the finger that used to be bare is having the occupation of a ring

Beautiful 2 caret ring which means it took a lot of money and time to purchase

On the ring is engraved until death do us part and even then shall we still roam the heavens above and beyond

You never realized you could love again especially when you don’t remember anything that happened

You don’t remember how that ring got there, if it was meant for you what he had engraved on it, and when you had the time to find love at all

When all you did was look at men like they were a sex toy; a piece of meat

Someone to wake up next to and feel no feelings at all

You go walking on the beach in nothing but a sheet

Wondering when you had the time to find love

Love doesn’t exist here anymore at least that’s what you thought

No, no more love is welcome here

But do you even believe that love ever really was here

© 2011 Rayanna


Author's Note

Rayanna
This is a poem i wrote about love not being excepted into your life anymore. Love is something the both of you have to feel or it doesnt really exist. Hope you like it and feel free to leave comments.

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Rayanna
Rayanna

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