I'm bored..........so your going to get all of my poems!!!!!! yippie...no seriously, act happy!
Poem#1 The Returner
This is-the last time that she will taste-
Bitterness-in the back of her mind.
How could you-think to step right back in her joy,
In the safe, safe security that she's built?
Last time-you were the one that put the blockade up-
Walls of hate-left her to endure the blind pain,
With no one to throw it at,
No one to send it to,
There was no more 'me and you'
Only lover left was she,
And that was never good enough.
Now returned-sent from weird compassions-newly found-
Lies and want-boiled together, presented to her.
The essence of us-one of the illusions
The being of you-trying a little too late.
"I no longer feel, what it was I felt"
The coal is out-doused with water, buried deep.
Why is it, only now-that you've uncovered your despereate
longing for her,
Is it because it will never be?
This is-the last time that she will taste-
Bitterness-in the back of her mouth.
You will never-be let back into her joy,
In the safe, safe security that is her's.
This is-the last time that she will taste-
Bitterness-in the back of her mind.
How could you-think to step right back in her joy,
In the safe, safe security that she's built?
Last time-you were the one that put the blockade up-
Walls of hate-left her to endure the blind pain,
With no one to throw it at,
No one to send it to,
There was no more 'me and you'
Only lover left was she,
And that was never good enough.
Now returned-sent from weird compassions-newly found-
Lies and want-boiled together, presented to her.
The essence of us-one of the illusions
The being of you-trying a little too late.
"I no longer feel, what it was I felt"
The coal is out-doused with water, buried deep.
Why is it, only now-that you've uncovered your despereate
longing for her,
Is it because it will never be?
This is-the last time that she will taste-
Bitterness-in the back of her mouth.
You will never-be let back into her joy,
In the safe, safe security that is her's.