Skip to content

I Don’t Know Love by Martie Hevia

You pull me close and run away.
You kiss me like a man in love.
“It’s all for fun; it’s all a game.”
You try to say.
“Don’t get confused;
Don’t get too close.
This isn’t love.”
Well, then, I don’t know love.
Making deals with God.
Trying to find answers in clouds.
Echoes of a fortune teller,
Who made some lucky guess.
“What’s in a name?” Shakespeare wrote.
A lot when it’s a clue —
A breadcrumb on a path to you.
When you look at me do you see a child?
Sometimes polished and sometimes too wild?
Too naïve, too vulnerable,
too easily beguiled?
Whatever you see,
It’s not your style.
You want me to kiss you…
But feel nothing for you.
“Keep it casual and make it meaningless.”
If white is black and love is wrong,
Then I don’t belong here.
‘Cause I don’t know love.
(No, no…)

Martie Hevia (c) All Rights Reserved

Protected by Copyscape Duplicate Content Detection Tool

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: