353. Puppet Heart

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It reminds me that I’m not loved for me…

I’m loved for what I do;

When I don’t do what’s expected,

(As all those other people do),

I’m swiftly rejected.

No words are needed to remind me that,

My mind’s not important to you.

As long as my body does it’s work,

You’ll treat me as a human too.

I’m nothing but a piece of work.

Even my mind can’t stand for this,

And is gone most of the time.

How is it I don’t have a say,

In controlling what is mine?

So it oft’ seems best just to stay away.

I have to earn my place in your heart,

I’m not enough just being me.

If I didn’t do what I’m supposed to,

Would you ever be able to love me?

Love comes with strings attached.

K. Aldaya, 5/13/16

Picture: By Rosie Hardy on Flickr; http://weheartit.com/entry/group/467124

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191. Love is Such a Dismal Thing

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Love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When all we do is separate the word from what we know…,

To be the hope for what may grow?

To be more then the cost given of the pervading years.

More then all we come to call our lives of o’er-spent tears.

O’ is love salvation for the tears?

Or just a hope to grant us years?

Love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When love is the only true thing on Earth for hope to sow…,

To nourish us so we can grow?

Then why is it love feels so wrong?

Shouldn’t it feel okay?

To feel, and hope, and know love,

Just for the word we say?

As more then other words could convey?

For more then what may come our way?

For love is such a dismal thing but why is it thou so?

When all we do is separate the word from what we know;

To be the hope for what may grow?

K. Aldaya, 1/27/06

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://www.glamquotes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Lost_love1.jpg