![]() Crashing Back To Where I BelongA Poem by Teddybearlee
Things that should never be almost were
You slammed on the breaks and I went through the windshield What's another day of dusting myself off Feels like my whole life is spent trying to heal No one is to blame for this round though It's not like we knew our demons would bond from those chairs You never expect the unexpected Like what happens when a soul lays itself open bare I saw the brick wall a million miles away But I always thought there were a few more minutes to go There is no other outcome with temptation Wait, I guess the ex proved that to be a lie with their show Maybe I should wonder what is a bruise on a break And then question which part of me hasn't been scarred But the clouds parted as you entered my world As you managed to make my forever heart ache marred I guess you saved me from being the bad guy But I don't know how to thank you in the midst of confusion Did I really love again and what could've been Oh what the hell let's pour salt on this mind numbing lesion Selfish me should be asking what about you Are you ok? How shaken you must be from my devil My woman of God holding my hand You still look like an angel, but perhaps a bit disheveled Surely you questioned your faith as to why I appeared As you were walking down the aisle for the first time His timing impeccable to do that to you But under which sign did these feelings align But now the law has been laid down You have awoken to realize I'm nothing more than a distraction Forsaken in the eyes of heaven Fallen back down to where I belong as we were gaining traction Good bye again to heaven Always just out of reach One day I hope this ends And hell runs out of lessons to teach © 2017 Teddybearlee |
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Added on July 13, 2017 Last Updated on July 13, 2017 Author![]() TeddybearleeWeirton, WVAboutIn July 2015, my wife left me, up until that point, we had a beautiful and wonderful marriage and relationship. We had a beautiful daughter. Our relationship was healthy and happy, then one day, she.. more..Writing
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