She told me by Lake St. Clair, love never did love me.A Poem by Coyote PoetryThank you for reading.She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank you for the perfect day. 2- The cutting…. I watched her cut herself with a razor blade and some blood flowed from her inner thigh. She had a devilist smile and she watched herself bleed. She told me. Love had never love me. She touched the flowing blood and she asked me. When do we bleed enough? When do we feel enough to like our face? 2- Scorned woman… A beautiful red hair gal sat alone in the Belton, Texas dancehall. My young soldier friend caught a glimpse of her smile. I told my friend, never fall in love with a scorned woman. A scorned woman fear love, hate love. The open wound of disappointment needs time to heal. The remaining scars are just tattoos on her skin to remind her. Love had broke her heart. The pretty red hair gal is waiting for no-one. She is just hoping for a dance and someone to make her smile. 4- She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did loved me.. I wrapped my arms around her. She was a new friend. I saw her sitting alone on a blanket near the flowing Clinton River. It was a holiday and I went to her. I asked her. Was she okay? She looked me over and she told me. I needed quiet, I needed the Lake St. Clair today. My sister died three days ago. She was my friend and she loved me. In my good and bad days. I asked, could I sit with her. I told her. I was so sorry for her loss and I asked her. Was she okay? She looked into my eyes and she told me. Love never loved me and my dear sister. Would hold my hands and she would tell me. I love you my Cindy Lou. I went to her and I wrapped my arms around her. I told her, my name is Johnnie. I told her my stories of sadness. She asked me. Will I heal? I told her. You will never heal and we must remember the kind people, who loved us. Soft tears fell from her eyes and she asked me. What do I do now? I told her. You must go forward for your sister. If you like. I can give you my phone number. If you need a kind voice. Please call me. She took my hands and she held them tightly. She whispered. I believe my sister would of like you. Was a writer too and thank you for the kindness of a gentle voice and someone to show me. I am not alone. Coyote © 2023 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 3, 2023 Last Updated on November 3, 2023 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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