I have done you Oh, so wrong. I have never given you What you need Forgive my failure
One more meeting Just one more Rendezvous And the courage To speak up
2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
In the street. Pensive glares pregnant with meaning. Imagined Memories. Greetings between Former lovers wrenched
One year ago We were nearly lovers One year ago The closest of friends One year ago
The two of them sat face to face by the banks of the narrow stream smoking cigarettes, throwing stone… and dismantling
She was never mine I was never her’s Neither loved as a possession Both possessed By the love we shared
Everyone thinks they know what is best. The path they have chosen Must fit all. Knowledge of Right and wrong
I don’t know if you read these things But if you do I’ll take your silence as a
Whether moth to flame Or drawn in like fly to shit You captivate me
Why won’t it go away This feeling of emptiness That you left in your wake I keep hoping I will get over you It took so little to ensnare you…
Nothing to see in your Reflection The only life you possess Is what you Devour
Passions pit perfervid. Smoking cinders, and coals endure petulantly past their prime. Blisters and puss
There are so many things I’d like to say to you But when I see your face My mind just goes blank I’m terrified
It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets