A Lesson Learned

A Lesson Learned

There was once a a time,

When I wanted to hold your hand, 

And dance with you in the rain,

Amidst curious eyes.

There was once a time,

When everything seemed like a fairy tale,

You were my prince charming in a white horse,

And I thought I was the reason behind your existence.

I can still smell your scent

Everytime I think of you

And I can still feel you smile

But now I know

It's not for me.

For I don't glitter with wealth and fame,

And I don't expose skin like the ones you adore,

I cannot nag like a little kid

And protest everything you say with a sluty smile

(For some reason, it turns you on!)

You made me realize that I am nothing,

You made me realize the difference between rich and poor,

The long gulf between the princess and her maid,

And how unimportant talent, skill and a good heart is 

When it comes to love.

You have made me realize how insignificant I am

I have learned my lesson, trust me

And I will never walk your again.

Author's Note

not about me...just something that came up in my head...what do you think?

Reviews

[Andy~]

This was especially well-written, very powerful, I must say. You got me hooked in the first few lines, which were my favorite in the poem. Very beautiful writing, thank you for sharing.
Keep up the good work, I urge you to never stop writing, because your poetry is simply wonderful.
~Andy

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thanls a lot Andy for the wonderful reviews. It really made my day.

[Coyote Poetry]

A well written poem. Allowed the reader to fall into a sad story of fate and differences. I like how you describes how wealth caused separation. I did like the ending. People learn what is true and not. No weakness in the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thank you Coyote:-):-):-D

[Anna a. S.M.]

Wow, this is really good!
I love this part:
"For I don't glitter with wealth and fame,
And I don't expose skin like the ones you adore"

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thank you. Glad you liked it:-):-):-D.

[Shivam Murari]

This poem has so many powerful words, all so relating. I can relate to so many elements in this poem (and I am sure many others can either!) like, "I can still smell your scent". Indeed we get the rueful smell of the person when we remember them! Very nice piece! Shelved in my library :)

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thank you so much Shivam:-):-):-D.

[Shivam Murari]

My pleasure, of course, friend :-)

[Pax]

this person in the poem needs someone far better ~ i like this ~ it's a lessoned learned indeed ~ for someone who has a broken heart you portrayed it very well ~ the bitterness in her life marks the poem ~ though i know lesson was learned still it hurts , but then again learning from it is the best way to move forward:)

great write my friend!

[Nick.B]

Flows good, seems like a fairytale at first (well, like most of the couples...) but it seems that something went far wrong....great job, reminded me of an old song "heartbreaker"

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thank you so much Nick:-):-):-D.

[C Mack Lewis]

Lovely. What's unspoken in the poem (to me) is this is written by a young woman in her twenties who will outgrow the hurt over time. She'll look back in twenty years and barely remember the guy because she will have learned to let go of the anger and I envision her living a happy and fulfilling life with her true love. She's at a cross road: does she hang onto the anger and let a loser-jerk dictate who she thinks she is (insignificant) or does she become stronger and learn to trust and love again? I hope the real name of this poem is: "Ode to a Stepping Stone."

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thats a wonderful name. I am thinking of making a part two.
Thank you so much for the review. Your words are really inspiring:-):-):-D..

[Invisible]

it's like a story almost, a collection of thoughts, or maybe just one thought, but it speaks of itself well.

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Thank you so much for the review:-):-):-D.

[Invisible]

yep

[Surrealist]

I think you've got two different tones/feels going on, the first half is different than the second half. Almost two different ideas, maybe? 'For I don't glitter...' is where i feel the second half starts. Each could probably stand alone or together. I like a lot of your ideas, keep at it! In my opinion, though, I'd introduce the rich/poor thing right away if that's what you want the 'lesson' to be about.

[Poussiere D'Ange]

I would consider that. Make a new version maybe. Thank you so much for the review:-):-):-D.

[Surrealist]

no problem :)

[Eagle Cruagh]

Awwww ! I love the humility in this poem, but
hope that you gain greater stature in your own
eyes. The maid is often chosen over a coddeled'
princesss you know .
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Poussiere D'Ange]

Well yeah that happens often...thank you for the review Mr. Cruagh:-):-):-D.