Like Superman II
As a child I can recall many moments
I shared
It was always one of my better traits
My precious Marble collection kept in
a ragged pouch was one of a kind, upon
opening it I always knew one would go missing
before the end of the day
Guess someone else thought they were treasure also
Was never much of a GI Joe with the Kung Fu grip
kind of kid but enjoyed playing soldier
Especially when getting wounded, that's when
we got treated by her with the Gold locks and Green eyes
Sigh, Heart be still, she'll think we like her or something
Oh, but we did and since that day I fell in love with her
But as time would have it those days came and went
and life changed forever or at least until recently
Fate became a friend of mine again and like magic
she reappeared, years later but more beautiful
This time I thought, I have to tell her, tell her
how all we did was dream of her, of my wounds
that did not heal since last I saw her
But this time was different as she, like my marbles
needs to be shared and my heart somehow remembers
the last time we shared and it's outcome
Some dilemma huh?
With heartbreak knocking at my door I stand behind
it wondering if just like Superman I'll be able
to fly again, let alone share
They say sharing is caring
I guess that depends how much one really cares...
and like my marbles, precious, one of a kind, I fear sharing just
may spell my doom...
...to be continued
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