Keep Coming Back to You

Grasping for straws and searching for treasure,

Leaping to the moon.

Looking for silver linings and wishing on a star,

My heart keeps coming back to you.

Turning over a new leaf, starting a new chapter,

Trying something new,

Talking to psychics, taking a new drug,

My heart keeps coming back to you.

Looking for blue eyes instead of brown,

Maybe short not tall,

A man who stays and doesn't wander,

My heart keeps coming back to you.

My rubber band heart can't be trusted

I try to change its mind

I try to look in new directions,

But it keeps coming back to you.

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Amy Logan Jun 6, 2006, 8:55pm EDT

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But, sad, I can feel what you are going through.

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Laurie White Jun 6, 2006, 9:19pm EDT

I really like this, Linda. Nice expression here of the wish for something different but you just can't let go.

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Pam F. Jun 6, 2006, 9:39pm EDT

I agree too that this is very good ... both sad and beautiful.

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Peter M. Jun 6, 2006, 10:57pm EDT

I really like this, although it is very tinged with that sad uncertainty we so often feel. I don't even know what it's like to just be "sure."

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Kathryn E. Jun 6, 2006, 11:53pm EDT

Great write, Linda. I always hate it when my heart is like a rubber band, bouncing..

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John F Walter Jun 7, 2006, 1:16pm EDT

This poem revitalizes dead language by intermingling colloquialisms and ciiches in a new way and changing their direction and force, as this poem returns to love each and every time.l This was very well written, Linda,with a nice sense of meter and meaning in a soulful song..

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Martha Jette, Author/Editor Jun 7, 2006, 5:54pm EDT

Been there; done that! In fact, several times. Well done.

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Darcy Altaville Jun 13, 2006, 9:39pm EDT

This is so true....and so well put......I love rubber band heart!

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stephen berwaldt Nov 6, 2009, 7:43am EST

Wonderful poem. I learned long ago, as have you by the words in you poem, that we don't get to choose who we love. We just connect to some people...despite their warts..and they become everything to us. How elated we get...or how dejected we become...depends on how well we blend with object of our love. A friend told me, "Love is not a feeling...it's an action!" I think he's right.

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