Why do we believe in the Invisible?

How do we know where to look for this unseen object?
Do we wander through a pile of mediocre rejects?

Or do we play the game of suicide with our hearts, until it is broken beyond repair?
There can be no mending!

Huff Puff wrote:Always heard of love but never experienced it. I don't think it and myth actually rhyme
Is there such a thing as true love; or is only a myth?
Is it for real? Or is it the figment of some dreamer's imagination?
Why is it that I've never got to experience love? Have I been tuning into the wrong station?

Is there such a thing as a soul mate or do the chips fall where they may?
And what are the pitiful seekers to do when they don't find love along the way?
Do they wander in vain, akin to a miner in search of fool's gold?
Or do they hold dear and wait for the lies which they were sold?

They say true love is worth the wait but should we?
There's no way to be sure such a thing exists, for it is something we cannot see. this line is nine syllables longer than the one before and ruins the rythym
How do we know where to look for this unseen object?
Do we wander through a pile of mediocre rejects?

Or do we play the game of suicide with our hearts, until it is broken beyond repair? this stanza completly changes the rhyming pattern from AABB to A??A
There can be no mending!
How long then until we become complacent in our lives?
And realize, there are no such things as happily ever afters and fairytale endings!

outsidethebox wrote:Always heard of love but never experienced it. You may want to consider tweaking the wording of this first line.
Is there such a thing as true love; or is only a myth? Hmm. Do "it" and "myth" rhyme?
Is it for real? Or is it the figment of some dreamer's imagination?
Why is it that I've never got to experience love? Have I been tuning into the wrong station? Really long line here. Think about how it will influence the flow of the poem.

Is there such a thing as a soulmate or do the chips fall where they may?
And what are the pitiful seekers to do when they don't find love along the way? Great line.
Do they wander in vain, akin to a miner in search of fool's gold?
Or do they hold dear and wait for the lies which they were sold? I like this stanza.

They say true love is worth the wait but should we? Should we...what? This sounds like an unfinished thought.
There's no way to be sure such a thing exists, for it is something we cannot see.
How do we know where to look for this unseen object? I wouldn't call love an "object."
Do we wander through a pile of mediocre rejects?

Or do we play the game of suicide with our hearts, until it is broken beyond repair? Long, but besides that I like this line.
There can be no mending! This line is the shortest in the whole poem. It sounds very much out of place.
How long then until we become complacent in our lives?
And realize that there are no such things as happily ever afters and fairytale endings?

Always heard of love but never experienced it.
Is there such a thing as true love; or is only a myth? (Too
Is it for real? or is it the figment of some dreamer's imagination?
Why is it that I've never got to experience love, have I been tuning into the wrong station?

Is there such a thing as a soul mate or do the chips fall where they may?
And what are the pitiful seekers to do when they don't find love along the way?
Do they wander in vain, akin to a miner in search of fool's gold?
Or do they hold dear and wait for the lies which they were sold?
They say true love is worth the wait but should we?
There's no way to be sure such a thing exists, for it is something we cannot see.
How do we know where to look for this unseen object?
Do we wander through a pile of mediocre rejects?

Or do we play the game of suicide with our hearts, until it is broken beyond repair?
There can be no mending!
How long then until we become complacent in our lives?
And realize, there are no such things as happily ever afters and fairytale endings!