Underlying Thought.

It was on my way home,

That you broke my heart.

As for once I felt more than lust,

I finally felt a need for you.

As the street lead, empty,

I realised what you'd become,

And that as I struggle to fight it,

I could never change my heart.

I took a left turn, the rain pouring,

I heard your voice in my head,

Reminding me of what I needed,

And something I'd never gain.

And as I walked on,

I realised you'd become my mind.

You were worse than being my world,

You were an underlying thought.

Reviews

[Diane]

I would have to agree with all the other reviewers. Very well done. I will be reading more. You seem good with words.

[Zaliodir]

Oh, I really like this piece. It speaks to all of us who have experienced what you are describing. You make it so real with the metaphor of walking the streets. Beautiful.

[=]

Ah, thank you so much!

[Elmarie]

Hi Rob

MMM I have to agree with H.L. Cerveise and Nessly's reviews of this lovely poem.
I found a honest, crisp, true, unique, forlorn, but strong, voice behind this poem. Such a nice voice you have. I have subscribed.
Keep up the good work.

El

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Thank you for your review!

[H.L. Cerveise]

I love this poem. The moment you learn that a lover has so overwhelmed your mind and your heart it is too late to do anything about it. It is even worse when it is not a returned love, "something I'd never gain." The process of those thoughts being done in the metaphor of traveling through the streets was great. Thank you.

Well done.

[=]

Thank you so much for your review, you really grasped the essence of this piece. Which as a writer, is always the best compliment there is!

[Nessly]

Beautiful imagery throughout your piece. It sounds like unrequited love to me.

[=]

As always, thank you!

[Nessly]

You're welcome.