by Fidel M. Love
Tonight, I wrote a love poem
‘Cause the words just shifted and sent me
to a happy place as I drifted in memories
of when you used to smile at me
And I laughed a little
thinking of how I let your smile trap me.
So, I wrote a love poem
But last night, I wrote a love torn poem
‘Cause I was feeling that ache in my heart
Why’d you break it apart?
I don’t know if its true love or I’m just taking it hard
That reminds me of a confused poem
which I seem to be thoroughly – I need therapy
for the thoughts in my head
And poetry is what I use for ’em
So, then I read over a being–used–poem
Since I’ve been used and abused by a few of ’em.
That’s why I choose never to use but soothe you
I remembered a poem I wrote about the touch of your hand
How it had the power to turn the strong into cowards
and have them struggle to stand.
Then I found a poem you wrote and one day handed me
Saying, you loved knowing you could do that
and I was the only man you’d need
So, I can’t understand how you could stand and leave
I’ve wrote so many sad poems that I can’t stand to read
Alone poems, I need a home poems
Lost without his own poems – and gone poems
How I need you to be strong poems…
You brought a clear view to my night, I write every night
‘Cause it was a poem that bought you to my life.
About the Author
Fidel M. Love is a creative mind and spirit, born and raised on the South-side of Chicago, IL. He has been writing poetry and fiction since age 12. He is a graduate of East-West University with a Bachelors degree in English & Communications. He’s always reading, writing, studying, and learning more to perfect his craft and pursue his dream of being a successful poet and author.