Net Loss Over A GoaL

by Everlasting   Jul 12, 2014


She said,

Darling, I'm not fields of grass,
Why run over me?
Aren't you tired?

She said,

Love, I'm not a soccer ball.
Then why control me?
Why kick me?

She said aloud,

Dear, I'm not a stadium,
Why sport with my heart?
Is it fun?

He replied,

Doll, I was born a player,
Why not charge for seats?
Why not play?

He replied,

Doll, spectators pay to see.
Why not give them shows?
Why not score?

She replied,

But love,

I'm coins scattered on the ground.
Why not pick me up?
Why don't you?

Written by: L.L.

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I like the perspectives taken in this piece and how each stanza has a little more depth and the end has just a hint of personal growth. I really like the way you did the tone for this piece, it is subtle but easy enough to visualize people in this kind of relationship saying this or even just painting the image of how so many relationships are with other people and things. I read this a couple times and each time saw a new possibility or meaning to it, but each time it maintained its immense amount of heart.

    Interesting write

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