It Wasn't Her, It Was MeA Poem by DevonsHowever mine her heart was It wouldn’t be safe with me I’d pucker-up, then cut her up And look inside to see
However hot her flesh was Lusting only after me At the time, so nice -then I’d turn to ice And she’d have to let me be
However sweet her face was Could be asinine to me One morn to wake and find a fake Had swapped me suddenly
However deep her trust was Would be shallower in me My introspection: self-rejection Doubting I was free
However snared her life was The trap was down to me I allowed my light to shine too bright And it was only temporary
However lost her soul was It was floating down with me To rest in a place I cannot face And that's Eternity
However sad she then was It wasn’t her, it was me That slices-up life with a carving-knife To live with a memory
However strong her love was She could never marry me Those perilous seas of inconstancies Would wreck the fantasy
…However, how missed she now was! That such Love could come from me! But what sort of devotion’s this kind of emotion? A misguided bend on one knee. © 2015 DevonsFeatured Review
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Added on May 3, 2010Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: relationships AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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