She wanted to believe in…
his candy coated words
She had to…
ends of ropes
the vestiges of home
Hope was a four letter word
until it was replaced with another
one last time attempt
“you and me”
When she removed
the rose-colored glasses
Thanks Garrett Charles for the right photo
17 thoughts on “The Ends …”
oh dang moon…
well good- I guess i get my pence for writing today
We are addicted to the words but we must pay close attention to the actions behind them.
hmm like your take on that – thanks
That was nice MDW. Hidden meanings….
Thanks Shail – I like to do the hidden thing if I can in 160
We want so badly to believe in fairy tale love we end up with exactly what you so aptly describe. That and skepticism.
You are so right – reality is hard
Ah…do like this one a lot.
When you like a poem that says alot 🙂
I’ve looked at a few through rose-colored glasses too. Many many moons ago, of course. Seems part of life for many.
Beautiful words, Moon.
those rose colored glasses will fool you every time
Oh, boy. Who doesn’t believe what they want to believe?
Argh! Not empty handed! Oh, you broke my heart!
picture is great isnt it?
thanks my dear
Oh My God! Words one can relate to so much..
It’s sad that people understand emptiness so well