Confliction
What is love?
What is life?
Tears and sorrow.
Bitter strife.
Tears of joy.
Loving lies.
Harmless ploys.
Severed ties.
But is it this?
Corroborative contradictions,
Truthful lies,
Or mumbled diction?
Is there really something more
Than hateful words and slamming doors?
Is there kindness in human hearts?
A place not riddled with poison darts?
I wouldn't know.
I've never seen
Anything but the hateful and obscene.
Could she love me?
Do I dare to dream?
When we touch- pleasured shutters.
Could it be as it seems?
Could she see me
For what I am,
Not what I appear to be?
Healing cuts,
So long beared,
Anytime she is there.
Could one see beyond a face,
To A soul so out of place?
Silent begging,
A secret love.
A frightening visage,
Up above.
Always there,
But never seen.
Oh, for what could have been.
Oh, Christine. . .
Christine. . .
A/N: I've never put up any poetry before, so feel free to tell be it's completely horrid. Just felt like I had to get it out there.