Thursday, February 28

It's Sad But True by Carole Rae

Instead of doing my "Thursday Book Teaser" I want to post something random. I want to post this poem that I wrote a few months ago and posted on my side blog with my pals. I wrote it randomly before work when I was upset at my now boyfriend who was being a butt one day. Haha. *Note - At the time we were "just friends" and he wasn't sure he wanted to even be my friend or anything more. Plus I was scared of dating again due to some crushing breakhearts in my past. He was chasing this girl Beth (unknowing to me at the time) then he gave her the boot and started wooing me. It was cute, but at the time I was so crushed by his cold attention for a while.*

The blog is a lot of fun. In the end this blog is going to be turned into a book. That is our dream. We are writing tales, poems, and etc from our lives to use an example for others to follow or not follow. It's sort of like the Chicken Soup books. While Reece and Victoria we at a restaurant going over the table of contents and details about our future book a man walked up to them and started chatting with them about our "book". He said that when we get it published and get the name out and about and then he'll make it a movie or TV show. FUN! He gave them his name and number and etc. Hopefully this guy is legit. No pressure, but if you want to view the blog click here. My pen name is Anna Rae.

Well, here's my poem that I am so proud of:


It's Sad But True
by: CaroleRae/AnnaRae

It's sad but true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love.
For love is as fickle as the doves
That fly by without a care.
For even they know that true love leads to despair
The evidence is easy to be seen.
For love was not even worth it for the Virgin Queen,
Who was the product of a love that went deadly wrong.
For none can love that long.

I do not need you to love me good sir,
For I am strong and none can demur
This fact, for mine eyes has seen its fair share of hurts
For the world is a pervert
And loves to play games and never play by the same rules
For the world is unfair, unforgiving, and simply just cruel.
Many times this heart of mine has been smashed,
For love and flirtations always seem to backlash
And I always end up alone and ran through the mud,
For not even my own flesh and blood
Would stay with me and be by my side
For this I will never be the blushing bride.

It's sad but ultimately true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love,
For love is as fickle as the doves
Who know that none ever get the love they deserve
For love expires. So excuse me while I swerve
And avoid that volatile thing called love.
For even the fickle doves
Know that love is a game of cards
For which I have no hope to win because I am so scarred.

It's sad but true,
For I wish I had you,
But why would you want someone like me?
So please don't look at me -
The way you do or how you make me -
Feel so important or how you make my heart feel so free.
Please just let me be,
You cruel, cruel lovable man, you.


5 comments:

Christine said...

That was such a great poem, good job! I hope that guy really was legit. How awesome would that be to have it made into a movie?!

Susan Francino said...

Aww. 0_0 I hope you're still together! (Unless he really is that "cruel"--then I hope you booted him out.)

Carole Rae said...

Christine, awwwweee thanks! I hope he was legit also!

Susan, we are actually together now. At the time we were "just friends" and he wasn't sure he wanted to even be my friend. He was chasing this girl Beth (unknowing to me at the time) then he gave her the boot and started wooing me. It was cute, but at the time I was so crushed by his cold attention for a while.

carol said...

Wonderful poem.

And I hope it works out with him.

Carole Rae said...

Thanks Carol...hope it works out well too