It's not like,
I invaded your world,
And begged you to save me,
It was never my desire to leave...
Rather,
You came with empty promises,
All packaged up with a pretty bow,
And,
Child that I was,
I believed all that you claimed...
But now,
I am child no longer,
And your empty words slide off me,
Crashing to the floor like broken glass,
The pieces reflecting every lie,
You ever told me-
Shining like stars,
Burning up the fuel,
That was my love for you...
You should have left me there,
You never had the right,
To claim me as your own,
If you didn't have the strength,
To keep your word,
You should have left me alone...
You should have left me there,
You never had the right,
To claim me as your own,
If you didn't have the strength,
To keep your word,
You should have left me alone... "
Oh how I needed these words before...excellent write...
In Spirit,
Bear
Wow, I relate so deeply.
In a day or so I'll be posting a poem called "Discernment." This reminds me of the feelings I had writing that...
I'll be interested in what you think.
Beautiful writing as always.
John
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powerful write!
Reindeer,Oh how I agree with you and especially the last lines!Superb!
You never had the right,
To claim me as your own,
If you didn't have the strength,
To keep your word,
You should have left me alone... "
Oh how I needed these words before...excellent write...
In Spirit,
Bear
~Chrissie
In a day or so I'll be posting a poem called "Discernment." This reminds me of the feelings I had writing that...
I'll be interested in what you think.
Beautiful writing as always.
John
love Tinka
Amor
Excellent.
LM
Great picture too......
Crashing to the floor like broken glass,
The pieces reflecting every lie,
You ever told me-
Brilliant!
A vivid picture of the sad birth of disillusionment.