Love. He Doesn't Mean It.

[gleep]

Live to love.
None to hold,
Lots to give.

Love... for a decaying wreck.
Love, for a new black eye.
Love, for a fresh apology.

He doesn't mean it.

Let's go away.
Let's escape this city.
Let's start again.

"Sorry honey, maybe tomorrow."

He doesn't mean it.


-gleep

 

[E-girl]

great piece.
And that "let's escape this city" part, is something i've heard myself saying a lot lately. It seems escaping *something* seems to be something essential to keeping love alive, after a while, when you feel the mundane routine of everyday life in a place you hate starting to creep up on you.

 

[katmeow]

Very nice work

 

[gleep]

w00t. Gald someone liked it. It's the first creative writing I've done since I was forced to do so in high school.

Both "the city" and "black eye" are both metaphores, glad ya got it .

I think i'll write some more, Thanks gals