Curious (An Original Poem)
When did you stop
being curious of me?
When did my words
turn bitter for your taste?
When did you
not want to pull on
my questions
hanging by threads?
_ I still wonder about your dreams
as if they were mine to fulfil. _
I am forever curious of you,
I still want to know
everything about you
and more,
and more,
and some more.
Do you really not
want to know anymore?
The death of love a sad thing is,
sometimes like that, sometimes like this
When the desire to know more dies
So does the love which once burnt bright.
Great poem! I usually like poems about unconventional subjects, I shy away from love, but I really enjoyed this one. It carries a message that's all-too-real.
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