Musings by The Poet Loriet
To Have And To Hold
To Have And To Hold
Eleven years
and I've never taken off
the diamond-studded
gold band...
and now I find
its weight
unbearable.
Why do girls sell
their...
souls
for a tennis bracelet?
Flowers decay, smiles fade,
sweet talk easily
turns to bitter,
and even diamonds
aren't always
forever.
"Things" won't keep you
from shivering in bed
at night...
You held my hand,
but I couldn't feel.
I tried to look into
your eyes, but
found only
blank stares,
devoid of
passion.
I turned away
from the harsh blame
you substitute for
tough love...
Like aspartame to sugar,
your idea of what love is
leaves a nasty aftertaste.
I stare out the car window
at endless farm fields and
twist off the gold band
that's held me hostage,
hating the indentation
you left as you stole
my sparkling years.
Lori Beal
Eleven years
and I've never taken off
the diamond-studded
gold band...
and now I find
its weight
unbearable.
Why do girls sell
their...
souls
for a tennis bracelet?
Flowers decay, smiles fade,
sweet talk easily
turns to bitter,
and even diamonds
aren't always
forever.
"Things" won't keep you
from shivering in bed
at night...
You held my hand,
but I couldn't feel.
I tried to look into
your eyes, but
found only
blank stares,
devoid of
passion.
I turned away
from the harsh blame
you substitute for
tough love...
Like aspartame to sugar,
your idea of what love is
leaves a nasty aftertaste.
I stare out the car window
at endless farm fields and
twist off the gold band
that's held me hostage,
hating the indentation
you left as you stole
my sparkling years.
Lori Beal
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To Have And To Hold
To Have And To Hold