On The Wings Of Fantasy
early this morning
you wake up with nothing
to fret about
pre-valentine feeling
of having nobody
and feeling nothing
about the coming
day of the hearts
you say better have
nothing than
a head-ache
i say, babes,
not guts not glory
no pain no gain
and you say
it is not the end of the world
and i say
the world does not end
only humans
and you say
you don't have to beg
luck and love does not seem
to like each other
and i say
try the blessing side of love
try a little flirting like you are a bait
thrown in the sea of love
and get the share of your fish
in that big ocean
then you sighed.
because you don't believe that it's gonna happen anymore.
end of the conversation.
i could have said: try and try until you succeed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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