Blue
The air is getting cooler, my dear
I see your eyes and know their fear.
Put your head on my shoulder
I'll hold you while the pain grows bolder.
Just a memory, from my past.
That holds my thoughts, but disappears as fast.
I dreamt a dream that you are here
to wake alone and shed a tear.
Again, you creep into my life
with that smile, you stab the knife
That rents my heart, my bone, my marrow
To stalk away to cause more sorrow.
Why can't my mind forget the pain,
Or not see you in the bed we lain,
Or not lose your scent from before?
Why did you ever come knock on my door?
Why do I write this poem to you
And go to bed alone and blue?
10.18.2005
I see your eyes and know their fear.
Put your head on my shoulder
I'll hold you while the pain grows bolder.
Just a memory, from my past.
That holds my thoughts, but disappears as fast.
I dreamt a dream that you are here
to wake alone and shed a tear.
Again, you creep into my life
with that smile, you stab the knife
That rents my heart, my bone, my marrow
To stalk away to cause more sorrow.
Why can't my mind forget the pain,
Or not see you in the bed we lain,
Or not lose your scent from before?
Why did you ever come knock on my door?
Why do I write this poem to you
And go to bed alone and blue?
10.18.2005
posted by Earth Rooster at 9:09 PM
6 Comments:
Aww.... That's really pretty.
You love hard, Earth Rooster. I do the same thing and it leaves one open to serious pain.
That's a good way to put it LL. I love "hard" too. It's a good thing I married a saint.
E.R., the new poem was gutwrenching, but beautiful.
That's about how I feel right now.
Jenn - I don't think tht I was going for pretty. But thanks all the same.
ll - I do love hard. I surely do.
blondage - I am glad that you liked it.
sky - Hopefully you can get out of the funk. After posting this, I was able to get back on track.
Someone asked me once to remember the most painful thing that's ever happened to me. Then they asked me if I could, would I forget that memory. I had to say no because even the painful things that happen help make us who we are. That's why you can't forget, because it's part of you.
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