I choose to live,
endure, observe,
and at times participate
in this ritual killing
of love and hate.
I choose to feel,
persevere, unmoved,
while you play
this poker game
of sticking hearts
into splintered metal.
I choose to swim,
in frigid turbulence,
in emotions untamed
and tears unwept
for unborn love
and the ice-maiden's hate.
I choose to love,
feel, dwell,
because I love this game
of sure losers and game winners.
I persist and prolong
...my existence.
Because I like the strife...
3 comments:
hey nice poems ..... love ur blog layout...
bohat khoobsoorat
beautiful expressions my freind.
"How shall my heart be unsealed unless it be broken"-K.Gibran.
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