This is an accompany poem to Your Fool.
Resigned
that is how I feel
why I thought this time would be different
I could not tell you.
When you said you loved me
I pashawed
how can you love someone from afar?
You can
for I do
which is why this pain
erupting inside of me
feels as though I am rending in two.
I want to wail
screech
pound upon the alter of fate
demanding to know
why am I the last always
prophesied to never have care
poor lonely woman
love has always been my downfall.
Whispered words
slipped between the worlds of reality
of dreams
of fantasy
lulling me
pacifying my need
for love and adoration.
Weep I shall
for fantasies unplayed
for dreams unrealized
letting go of this infatuation
with love
with the thought
that there is someone for me.
Head hung low
see not the tears aglitter
upon my cheeks.
Good bye my love
I shall whisper
into your sleeping ear
thank you for these times
but flee I must
staying here
will only bleed me.
©Sept. 30/19
Picture is one of my own Matlock Beach
2017
wow. . .so touching
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Thank you. I cried writing it.
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Bittersweet. Reminds me of the quote from John Wick 3 (corny but true). Art is Pain. And so is life.
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😭😭😭 so moving
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I cried when I wrote this. 😭💜
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I cried when i read it!
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Thank you. 🤓💜
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Such a heartfelt moving piece! ❤️
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Thank you. I cried writing it.
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Aww! Hugs dear.
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Thank you
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You are welcome!
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