A break from poetry does wonders By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Been spending time on my own
Just thinking
Thoughts about my life
Thoughts about you
Wondering how it all turned to custard
Then realizing it never really was true
You were my speaker for the dead
I being the dead
My soul' voice
Feeding me what I needed
To understand me
So I'm learning to accept me for me
The good the bad and the ugly
Lots of ugly
But trying to make sense of it all
Yet still you are there
Holding my hand
Keeping me alive
Or the part of me you wish to wake up
I don't feel the hatred for you anymore
Even for your wife
Or your best friend
I feel a sense of relief
And it really is neat
Trying to speak about who I am
To the people closest to me
They know and understand
Yet I hold back some vital part of me
I don't wish to share
Only you know of me there
I don't want to leave just yet
Call me the teachers pet
You stroke me
You poke me
You lick me
You flick me
Yes I don't want to go just yet
Wanna stay here soaking wet
Inside my panties
Of regret
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