Cycle

Cycle

A Poem by justjenn_2u

At times I don’t understand


Bothering with moodiness 


Constantly surrendering 


Does it make you feel better


Even when you see my tears 


F**k it, tell me you love me

© 2014 justjenn_2u


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Infatuation or desperation compensating for dejection. If there is a sobering moment to be avoided, will delusion/denial prolong it?

The street grungy slang knocked us off of the empathetic stool we found ourselves perched on in the first lines. Interesting strategy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Infatuation or desperation compensating for dejection. If there is a sobering moment to be avoided, will delusion/denial prolong it?

The street grungy slang knocked us off of the empathetic stool we found ourselves perched on in the first lines. Interesting strategy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has a blunt extended haiku feel to it. And indeed, watching our loved ones or would-be loved ones cycle thru distracted moods when we're right there for direct sharing of love can be exasperating. We're always surrendering to some variation on the inner weather -- best just give it up to the perpetual sun behind the clouds. Good reminder.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love you ......... and the Universe loves you.

The rainbow is inside your Heart, let it Shine!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Harsh! Surprisingly I feel empathetic. P.S. I need a cigarette with my coffee or I won't drink it

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

even the Moon has its cycle

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 4, 2013
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justjenn_2u
justjenn_2u

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I write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..

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