Tell you

I am at a cross road

Saying good bye

Conflict will happen

If I don’t pack up and leave

Can’t he figure out that

I am not ready to take this battle

To the grave

I would rather keep peace between our souls

A step to the new beginning

Please listen to the music

That flows in between us

You can hear the tension

When we are a cross the room

My friends can cut the tension

With a knife

Can’t we forget the words?

From before

Days from this world

Are happy

Yet one look into the those vivid green eyes

How am I the one who sees

The monster that becomes in the glow

Of those Green eyes

I turn away to run

Yet the sweet angelic voice

Comes through it all

That’s what people see

Not the words we send filling to each other

Not the words that tear a person down to the core

No one can see what I see

Through that passive voice

An angelic voice that pulls people in

Makes them your posses

Girls can’t wait to call

Them yours

I know the truth

In time before I have been there before

Girls can never call him thiers

Since he jumps from one girl to the next

The only one who owns anything is him

That the way he puts it

Believe me I know

Once before

Have I been the girl on his arm

Yet I saw him for who he was

Before I went with him

In the time where

Just my voice could

Wake up his soul

He can never be showed to the home

Of a tame beast

He was close once

To going there

That was the day

When his eyes took the green tint

To them

That was the last night when

He and I had love in our hearts

Back before the lies

He told

The words we say

To each other

A happier time…

Should I tell you the story,,,?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some men and woman can't be held down. Best to leave them alone. I like this story. When I was young (35 years ago.) I got bore very quickly. I always told the truth and didn't leave too much damage. You told a very good story. A excellent poem.
Coyote