February 8, 2018

In too Deep:


W.C. 346

In too Deep:

I’m in too deep
In madness I write
I’m up late hours
On the darkest of nights
Thoughts are roaring
Throughout my brain
I have little hope
I’ll not go insane

I’m in too deep
No love have I found
There’s too many things
I'm working around
A short prom I’ll write
No long one to read
I hear you all say
Give us a break please

I’m in too deep
So give me some time
I’ll send you unconditional love
In a story type rhyme
Love conditional or unconditional
Man that is a hard one
I think it's a little of each
Or then maybe none

I’m in too deep
I say with a sigh
I’m sure you’ll believe me
No way would I lie
I’d love you if you’re
Red headed with green eyes
I’d love you if you’re
A lot taller than wide

Would I think it’s too deep
if lots of money you had
and no kids running around
calling me stepdad
I’ll love you if you think
My mother is sweet
This poem is half through
So hold on to your seat

What is too deep
if you have very few bills
can you make our love
A whirlwind type thrill?
I see the same conditional
Things every day
there's a few unconditional
I beat we could say

Would I stretch it too deep
To say sunsets, and trees
but I’m betting you'd say,
“God spare me please!”
Now think about this,
For its not hard to do
some people find love
A love that is true

That’s too deep
Most of you’d squeal
No way could people fall
in love head over heels
Yet it is those people,
With a love that’s on fire
a love that we want
And have always desired

I’m not too deep to say its better
Leaving birds in that trees, than,
let any of them go
Make a mess in your hand
Now if you’ve read this
I’m in pretty darn deep
And it's your comments
that I seem to seek

5 comments:

Snaggle Tooth said...

Too deep in sunsets n trees
Is a welcome thought for me.
Tho if the bird poop
pile runs over your head,
You should move from under that tree,
N stop feeding them bread!

True love may be
Too deep a thing
To easily find.

But it is so
easy to
Dig a hole
too deep...

nidhi said...

Love is pristine.
Be too deep to find love in every part.
Be she with brown eyes or blue.
Love her even if you are bidding her adieu.
keep writing..

Denise Covey said...

I'm no poet to comment in rhyme as do so many clever people. Your poem is fresh and at times witty, at times thoughtful. Thanks for penning it in response to our WEP challenge, In Too Deep. It certainly fits perfectly to the prompt.

Thanks so much for participating in WEP. It's a good idea to pop a comment on our post at WEP when you publish. I see you've been up a few days now...good to publish early...

Denise

Adura Ojo said...

Love is deep: Different colours and shades.
Thanks for sharing, Desk 49.

Pat Garcia said...

You brought it to its point in this verse and I love it

That’s too deep
Most of you’d squeal
No way could people fall
in love head over heels
Yet it is those people,
With a love that’s on fire
a love that we want
And have always desired.

It is only when we make the commitment to go down in the deep that we find love and we will find it on an unconditional level.
Excellent poetry.

Shalom aleichem,
Pat G