Do You Have A Pretty Friend?

~ Frank Solanki

Save me from this feeling

Keep me away from touch

Love was supposed to be fun

But it’s hurting me too much

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Save me from this moment

Keep my heart at bay

Love was supposed to make me smile

But it’s hurting me today

…

This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?

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Everyone knows about it

They weren’t born yesterday

Even a blind man could easily see

What I am trying to say

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Everyone knows about it

What is there to hide?

I know your true feelings

And you know how I feel inside

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This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?

…

Let go of my hand

The time is due

I ain’t worth holding on

And neither are you

…

Let go of my heart

You cannot keep the pace

It ain’t worth holding on

It’s in the wrong place

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This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?

Published by Frank Solanki

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47 thoughts on “Do You Have A Pretty Friend?”

  3. Again, well spoken. “This can’t go on
    I believe we must end
    This can’t go on anymore
    Do you have a pretty friend?” Yes, we all have one. Not just pretty, Beautiful. Thank you for visiting my blog and liking some posts. A happy New Year to you and yours.

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  16. This reminded me of one I’d written in 2012 titled Throbs. Hope you enjoy it, and no, I was actually doing great with the love of my life, my wife, at that time. Just a poem flowing from the heart of my creative soul. Let the juices flow! Merry Christmas! 🙂

    Throbs

    O God! Shake my heart, shake my heart,

    Tear it loose that there be anguish no more in me.

    Seize the moments between each beat, where love can be silenced, where true love can sleep.

    Hold it fast, resist each throb, and silence its voice,

    that I might not feel the sting of sweet devotion further.

    Why can I not stop the desires of this yearning, yearning, yearnings?

    So simple it would seem, just to command, “Be silent my heart, obey my demands”.

    Yet, O God; shake my heart, strike it dumb, make its silent till my heart if forever deadened.

    Kiss me oh tomb, take whatever it takes, lay hold of my inner most, it’s all too late.

    Let me find solace in the deadened beats, where love no longer strains, love no longer speaks.

    Annulling that presence and desire’s piercing cries,

    Forbearing the aching sweet release, forbearing the requited heart that ever bleats.

    For this must I do, so when next you are near, and beyond all control, great love it appears.

    When I find I am lost, in the depth of your eyes, at the smell of your hair, or the scent of your sighs.

    When I can no longer bear, the draw of your voice,

    Or rhapsody’s touch from your skin’s turbulent passion’s torch.

    So now I despair; from whence I am but lost of all care or all reason.

    What more am I to do, what more of me can belong to you?

    O God! Do You not hear? Shake my heart, shake it hard,

    Tear it loose that there be anguish no more in me.

    Seize the moments between each beat, so love will be silenced, where true love can sleep.

    And there let it sleep, even if it must be the long eternal night,

    If there I find peace, be it a place of unending release,

    a place where even love cannot reach,

    Then grant me such peace, and give me said release.

    No love! Sweet peace! Released!

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