Coming from my sacred place
I know how my mind works
and quite honestly
I can easily claim
I wish I never knew what to say.
Clearly I can go back
and remember a time
when her fame
was all that ever mattered.
I can remember the taste,
the joy we felt,
devouring the hours hungrily.
The girl had her faults and charms
to me she was as perfect as anyone.
What difference had it meant
even I clearly knew
this girl wasn’t strictly mine.
You see,
sharing things
was the girl’s critical flaw
and somehow
she gave much too much of herself.
It was almost as if
she wasn’t allowed to love.
I wasn’t better than
or hold a stronger hand
the problem I had
with this girl I loved
she couldn’t care
who was who.
She would meet them there
and bring them here
to have them quickly
fall in line.
A cog in a chain,
as the list quickly grew
disgust had a new life.
It never truly mattered
being the most beautiful one
beauty was never denied.
So as I sit here now
and profusely claim
She was the first
if ever there was.
(Left Over Thoughts)
the more I shared
she lay imbedded now
in thoughts of guilt and distrust.
The girl I knew
has been gone for years
and yet
next to me
her ghost clearly stands.
I can see the lines in her face
her complexion has grown
she’s tired now
afraid to be left on her own.
Always have.. Always will
LikeLike
Thank you for always being here to read them.
LikeLiked by 1 person
In love with Your words once again.. Thank You for sharing Your words
LikeLiked by 1 person