silly soul

sometimes battered, pressed of good

sometimes forgotten, misunderstood

trying to love again, but shut down every time

world is a mess, a mud-crusted grime

 

open heart

to be torn apart

silly soul to love as such

silly soul to love this much

 

wrath fades too fast to frivolity

revenge too caught up in inequality

no moves made, chess board is broken

strings cut loose, words left unspoken

 

open heart

to be torn apart

silly self to lose as such

silly self to lose this much

 

open heart but closed off mind

no thoughts to render emotions kind

Advertisements

13 thoughts on “silly soul

  1. hmmm are we silly to dream, we certainly are silly within our dreams, when they are happening, or so we hope. Great poem, lyrical as others have said, never give up on being silly … you never know.

    • Hehe. Thank you for following me back. 🙂 I’m not always active, but I try my best not to forget about everyone on here.
      And I don’t think my silliness can ever go away (sometimes to my dismay), but thank you for that.

  2. Beautiful, Nessa. I know (and you know) that a broken heart isn’t so much the loss of the person as it is the loss of your dreams that they were a part of……..and the effort involved in imaginging a new dream seems bigger than anything else. Love this (and you) ~ Bobbie

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s