unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Monday, May 2, 2011

the game...
























we both knew the game
it wasn’t gonna be tame

we both knew the rules
we weren’t no fools

but when the game did end
with what could we defend

both our hearts   
our weakest parts
 
lay broken and blue
in a blood-filled pool

but we both knew the rules


would you like to hear  these words spoken?

6 comments:

Isha Ethera Tirawa said...

lovely.
<3

Andy said...

They both knew the game, but they both still wind up getting hurt.
Absolutely brilliant and I love the image you used.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much for coming by, isha, and for such a kind comment! wonderful to see you!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes - it was, after all, a game with rules - but rules to be broken, along with their hearts! thanks so much andy! and have a great day!

Nevine said...

Yes, we both know how it will end, but we still plunge... don't we? Why shouldn't we? It is the most dangerous of games that leave us... always... remembering.

So lovely and true your words, Jenean!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, yes we do - plunge and play - time and again - and why not, for sure! regardless, as you say, there are always always the memories - and as someone once said [which i think magnificent]: touch has memory - so we play the game and touch - and remember - and it's all so worth it, dear nevine!