She speaks of love as if she has mastered it-
Although she hasn’t had a full grasp of it.
Infatuated with movie scenes
Of being captivated by the man of her dreams
Caught in between—hopeful,hopeless,love and hate-
Searching for the one who will reciprocate
All she has to give.
Sleepless nights—dedicated to write
All the wrong.
Her soundtrack is a sad love song,
No music—just poems.
Sad symphonies sung by a heart
Looking for a place to call home.
Hopeful
Double Negatives
She’s a no love seeking-
Fairytale believing-
Or late night romance-
Novel type reading-
Kind of girl.
Of a perfect man she is never dreaming.
Full of cynicism or so it is seeming,
That she cares for no man at all.
She has mastered the one night stand,
Designed the format and follows the Plan:
“Never kiss on the lips or hold on to hands;
No love allowed-nope! Not At all.”
She keeps a few in rotation
And all at a distance.
Remains unattached
So she won’t miss them.
Plays the good guys out,
So she don’t feel the urge to fix them;
Then drops them with no remorse at all.
But deep down she’s just really tired,
Of all the games and all of the liars.
Truth is–she is looking to feel inspired
But has had no luck at all.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
Love
Love
It’s what I’ve longed for
Hopes of it I’ve never given up
I’ve heard its name and seen its power
But I’m a stranger to its touch.
They say it conquers your being
Blinds the vision to the eyes
As much as it fulfills you
It may leave you with emptiness inside.
The heart that keeps on breaking
Is a heart that refuses to give up
Eternally hopeful and waiting
For that beautiful thing called love.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
See You Again
If I had the chance to see you again-
I would know that our future wasn’t promised-
And with my heart I’d learn to be honest.
I’d give you more of my mind-
I’d try to be more understanding-
I’d learn to comprise-
If only I weren’t so demanding.
If I had the chance to see you again-
I’d stop time-
And hold you closer than I did then.
I’d stare into your eyes a little longer-
I’d kiss your lips a little slower-
I’d tell you how much I loved you-
If only I’d let my guard a little lower.
-ChristinaDelCarmen
The Heart That Keeps On Breaking... 