Ma Cheri,
What if I tell you?
That the flowers in
My mind
Grow green
When you come.
And the words
Out your pink lips
Makes the reeds blush.
I sing as your
Presence flows past.
Would you run?
And say those
Are the words
Of a masterful player.
Your antecedence go
Ahead of you
Like an echo in
The plains.
I mourn for me
For the lies I have told;
See the truth is stronger.
It is crippling as
It is soul-stirring.
See what telling it
Has caused.
It has beaten me
To the curb.
Weak and stricken
Blood is all over me
like salt
In a stew.
My overtures are
Rejected.
True feelings
Are profound,
They are clear
As darkness.
The more you hide
They fail you by
Sticking their signs
All over your body,
You stutter; you blush,
Your heart beats faster
That’s love.
But you are paid back
For all the scorn
You have dealt.
4 comments:
Nice poem as usual. But should a player be lamenting? Just brush it off, lol.
Lol. About to be converted player. But just plain Lamentations is good as title. Thanks Myne, you are a gem.
I really like the way the words flow :-))
thumbs up!
My world, Thanks...
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