To old for the BS! !
Together,
ruined a great start.
Anticipation of what happin in the past..
Gave it no real chance.
The misplaced trust,
left a taste of disgust.
That still lingers in our mouth's.
The epitome of love's dichotomy.
Two people stuck
on what love did to them previously.
Just missed out
on a love that was meant to be..
It's the nature of the beast.
To bad it got in our way
and reared its ugly head at our feet..
We move on expecting perfection.
Knowing that's an impossible feat.
I only hope not to hold every love,
to such high asteem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
expecting perfection we move, good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.