Oops.

the moment you know for sure.

There's that face again, 

There's those eyes; 

There's that voice, 

That's always telling lies. 

I hear each word come out; 

I know that they're mine, 

But I wish I never said them, 

Wish I never crossed that line. 

You haven't seen a side to me,

I've let you see it all, 

Just took off all my armour, 

And let you have a ball. 

I guess you'll never know, 

And you might not even care, 

But every wall I've broken down, 

Has been my greatest dare. 

I know I've got a grip, 

And I'm holding on for more, 

But the common sense inside of me, 

Is walking towards the door. 

Right now you might be perfect, 

Because you're real and there, 

But to you I'm just an object, 

Just some legs, an arse and hair. 

So I guess I got it wrong again, 

And it's time for you to go; 

You may have liked the sight of me, 
But my heart you'll never know. 

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Oops, I felt I missed something again in life while reading your lines.....

[A. Amos]

This is powerful, deep and amazingly interesting....i loved it

[Aethereal]

Yes, sometimes we want to believe in someone so much that we ignore the obvious for a time: Your poem inspired me to write this tiny gift poem for you to keep as your own: Your poem got me thinking of “that face that launched a thousand ships”: It sings:

Helen Of Troy

That face that launched a thousand lies,
those cold and unconvincing eyes,
that voice that falsified sweet sighs
should not have caught me by surprise.

[Chris]

It took me the second read through to "get-it" - at least in my mind. I originally thought you had two different poems but I hadn't somehow noticed the join, then it clicked why during my subsequent read through. You defined thoughts and feelings well both beginning and end but in the middle it got muddied to me.

[zainul]

I read each stanza and stopped to read it again.
It is a great work which explains the bittersweet events in our relationship.
I love your powerful rhymed piece.

[Sourav]

Nice and rhythmic... well sometimes we find the wrong people but we learn from them too. It's called experience... isn't it?

Nice poem.