The truth, I got used.
I will tell the truth. I got used
He blew into my life and sang tales of our long lost love
Of my little mannerisms and my palming touch on his head
And I recalled, gasped, sighed and was tempted
How he sang of a haunting love that he could not keep
That I had forgot, and he held on to, and I believed him
Thinking to myself; My, what a troubled soul!
I let my guard down, we ignited once more
And Oh what a fiery blaze! Hotter than ever before
There was no remorse when so obviously overwhelmed
But cowardice is an old legendary known vice to man
And he fled to guard himself just as he had before
And I thirsted for more, my sleeping hunger re-awakened
And my pangs turned to anger and I vowed to forget
Just as I had before, the truth now so clear, I got used.
And so my hunger found a new and wholesome meal
Vibrant, vivacious, creative and Oh so passionate meal
And I gasped, sighed and was tempted.
There was no cowardice, for not all men partake of it
And I let go of anger, just as before, and again forgot,
My hunger did not sleep this time and I fed and still do
He is haunted, troubled by a love that he could not keep
And I think to myself; Oh what a troubled cowardly soul!
But now I understand, how he thrives in his misery
When sadness is almost spent, and happiness looms
He will look for me, and start all over, compelled to find a reason
To refresh his misery, and be inspired to write sad tragic poems
And idealize the memory of us, while his life drudges on...
I got used, that is the truth.
Poetry by Kat
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Written on 2010-08-28 at 13:05
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