It's Over

Would I do better to forget you? To not keep hope alive, for naught And am I only just pretending There's something special that we've got? You send mixed messages, confuse me One day you're hot; then you run cold You string me right along with sweet words But then, you're never here to hold I know enough of love to fathom One wants the lover close at hand What good are words, without embraces? It's time to find another man. I really need a loving man. (c)Copyright Practicing Poetess poetry All rights reserved