Honestly

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All those times

You never knew

I- felt- so small

Unable to save you

Failed to be a hero in both

Your eyes, your heartache

I cried silently out of your view

So as to try to mimic- hope

So you’d might think, believe

I somehow remained strong

And maybe you’d cling on

To a wisp of a tangible belief

Too many times- became

One time too less

I prayed so hard to take your place

Even as I was breaking, myself

Believing love could erase

All the damage, the mess done

But in time, just like life, love

You even tired of me too

And for you- I left

Secretly I held out for you

But sadly, you never did call

Perhaps too reluctant

To trust what was- our love

You finally slipped off that threshold

Beyond my reach or comprehension

And now, for a moment each day

I recall- the we, we once shared

The love in all its glory, purpose

And I really don’t mind

In these moments, the shed tears

I cherish each drop, how they cling

To the sides of my cheeks

That you once silently caressed

And tenderly kissed

As they slowly mix

With dawns colorful rise

Creating a rainbow in my eyes

Oh Love- that perpetual candle

That burns in our hearts forever

Even when or if…their love is gone

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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