easily tempted to sway from one chick to the next
with a pretty face, kissable neck, subtle breasts
thin waist and lips that scream pleasure
he steps to me with angst
Those big bright brown eyes that could fit the skies
and hide the pain guised by fake smiles
steal me away instantly
I was his before he knew he was gonna play me
with that swagger
and those convincing lines
who could save me?
his baby, baby, baby's
they worked
but, who knew they'd work against me?
hell! it was worth it
My pain was his pleasure
and his pleasure was my clever little way of feeling wanted
feeling needed
forgetting the fact that once in too deep
you're in forever
There's no leaving
not even if I wanted to
It'd be more reasonable to pack my things
be on my way
but everybody knows that logic is thrown out the window
once emotions grab a hold; they're hard to ignore
So how's a girl to break free
of something she unreasonably adores
once your in the relationship...its much harder to just step down and not look back...yet the right thing to do is not the logical choice like you say...the development of the foundation and the bricks are formed...but its easy to tear down walls than to rebuild them...
Very well placed words, and still makes me scared of dating. I like this poem, I feel even more fear then before. Thats ok, thats why I like this poem, because I can feel what you ment. Very good, thank you for sharing, and thank you for finding your way into the House of Broken Mirrors.
My pain was his pleasure
and his pleasure was my clever little way of feeling wanted
feeling needed
forgetting the fact that once in too deep
you're in forever
There's no leaving
not even if I wanted to
been there done that,
damn that kinda ripped up a few things.
such a down to earth poem, i like the way you narrate your poems (ok ive only read 2 but the 2 ive read)
it has a thick lyrical aspect to it, i dont know how to express what i mean, but it has a certain feeling to it, i guess that would be your personality poured through your words.
So here's the skinny! I was born to write. BORN to write. I popped out of the womb with a pen, pad and laptop. My mother's vagina would never be the same after that fateful day. But this isn't about h.. more..