Final Curtain CallA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hThe day you walked out that door I thought my heart would feel no more. But while I was feeling blue, Mourning my loss of you, He walked into the room And not a moment too soon. He was a breath of fresh air, A picture of perfection standing there. And to think I had spent so much time Trying my darndest to make you mine, When I could’ve already had this; Could’ve been lusting over his kiss. If only I hadn’t been so dumb, My heart wouldn’t for long have been so numb. I would’ve known his touch a long time ago, I wouldn’t have found you so hard to let go. Oh how could I have missed out on all this time? Why was I so intent on making you mine? But that’s all over now, As the curtains close, take a final bow. This will be your final curtain call – Soon you will mean nothing to me at all. I will be happy wrapped in his arms; I’ll be lost in all his charms. And there’ll be no more sadness in my heart; No, him and I will not part! Copyright©JosieWentzel31March2009
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2 Reviews Added on March 31, 2009 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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