A Lesson in Falling.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the moment when years of a skeptical attitude to love, are convinced of new ideas.

Submitted: May 15, 2013

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I was an old soul.

Knew the truth of love;
It's fickleness,
Inability to last.
The unmasked face.

I grew tired of that face.
It would stare me in the eyes,
Smirking at every relationship
Until they crumbled and fell apart.
While love grew smugger.

He was a new soul.
Excited for love;
Fell in love with it,
Gave himself to it.
Found glory in the feeling.

He grew to dote on love.
It would stare him in the eyes;
He would stare lovingly back.
Carrying it on his sleeve
With reckless abandonment.

We were clashing souls.
I knew too much, he knew too little.
I was ice, and he fire.
Two imperfect people, 
That were perfect for eachother.

I was an old soul.
I thought I knew too much of love.
So much that, I felt sure
That I did not want it.
Could do without it.

He was a new soul.
Knew what it was to fall
Without the fear of crashing.
He threw himself off the cliff
That I so desperately clung to.

But if I am the old soul,
The wise one,
The knowing one.
Then why, is it I that learns
And he that teaches?

Teaching an old soul the forgotten feeling, 
Of falling in love.


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