Impermissible

What do we call this feeling
pure happiness and sincere?
Floating away like a cloud
moving away from the crowd
just the two of us above.

Above we're holding on to our dreams
we're trying to forget everything.
Swaying with our mixed emotions
and grasping what we cannot have
claiming that you and I exist.

Wishing just you and I forever
but we must wake up and realize
the reality...truth between us.
Let's face the world we tried to escape
and accept what is not really ours.


(30th May 2008)

by Jazlle D. H.

Comments (7)

Great poem! God bless all poets-MJG.
Love is like the tide, it ebbs, and flows. We must nurture it like a seed, and tend it as it grows. An excellent poem. Tango.
I think you capture a moment perfectly. The moment that infatuation becomes love with all it's pleasure and pain and yes, reality. Well done Joan.
DEAR JOAN.I THINK YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME.PROBLEMS WITH LOVE.AGAIN? ? ? ALWAYS LOVE?
reality has a habit of pouring coldwater on our dreams
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