I wrote this years ago, and my straight friends didn`t get it. I wonder if people from this side of the fence do, lol. Or if I am just that subtle! Summers Love ------------------------------------------- ... ... ... The soft summer wind whispered, To the lonely fall. Hearing nothing but silence, Nothing there at all. She felt like she had given All the breath within Still she watched helplessly As fall let winter win. Although all she ever had to do Was to trust the shining sun Always hanging warmly around. Instead of his winter-gun Treacherous the spring came lurkin Between the sleeping trees. Summer feared, saw and cried, when fall confided to the breeze “I could give you the heavens. Show you all that I have seen. Love you more than him or her And everything in between.” And summer wept a sea of blue Feeling rather confused. Her love went beyond the rules How come she felt so refused? The wrong side of the coin Dark side of the moon. Venus caressing Aphrodite On a hammock during June This Venus cared not for Aphrodite Only Neptun in her mind. A man indeed as normal is The lover a fall would find. Not only could they never love, It almost broke her heart. Now the simple breeze of spring Stole the advisors part. “What was wrong with my advice? Didn’t you hear the tone? Or did you hear and come to learn The love behind the stone? Did your heart cry out in fear, As my shy love was shown? Then tell me dove, if that is so Should I stay, or should I go?” The bitter gust inside her mind Feeling second best As they spoke, low and dear Stabbing summers chest. “I was here when you first bled. Have been here ever since. Always leaving the world behind Each child and hanging quince” ... In the end, summer died, And fall stood all alone. Seeing spring for what it was, A heart meant only for loan. When winters cold, had killed them all he truly wondered so. Why had they not Just loved and hold Instead of letting go? :icon_redf So, what is it about? Lol...
I'm not sure if I got it right, but to me, I feel that it is about one loving truly another, but because of who they were, never even getting a chance or thought, and seeing her love superficialy love someone else.
Nice, yeah, that`s pretty spot on. It`s about a friend who I fell in love with, the first serious love that made me realize my sexuality, but who was straight and with an habit of falling for guys who were bad for her. (*hug*)
Thank you, Cassexy Writing is a great way of working through emotions. I did it a lot when I was younger, sometimes still do.