I use to love him but now I don't
As I look at what I've done. The type of life that I've lived how many things I pray the father will forgive. One situation involved a young man. He was the ocean and I was the sand. He stole my heart like a thief in the night, dulled my senses, and blurred my sight. I use to love him but now I don't. I chose a road of passion and pain. Sacrificed to much and waited in vain. Gave up my power ceased being Queen. Addicted to love like a drug of a fiend. Torn and confused, wasted and used, reached the crossroads which path would I choose. Stuck and frustrated I waited debated for something to happen that just wasn't fated. Thought what I wanted was something I needed. When Momma said no then I just should have heeded misled I bled till the poison was gone and out of the darkness arrived the street of dawn. Father you saved me and showed me that life was much more than being some foolish man's wife. Showed me that love was respect and devotion greater than planets deeper than oceans. My soul was weary but now it is replenished content because that part of my life is finished. I see him sometimes and the look in his eyes is one of a man who's lost treasures untold. But my heart is gold. I took back my soul and totally let my creator control the life which was his to begin with. I use to love him but now I don't.
you are the recurring hurt that renders in my heart. you are the spirit that haunts me until you seek your revenge. you can't let me go and you won't let me leave. you are the love that was lost, found, and lost again. you are cold and confined. you are selfish and uncaring. you choose never to dispose yourself of me. I am your reflection when you look in the mirror. I am the hurt that throbs of your pain internally and externally. I am the soul you have captured. I am the prisoner of your love. I am the one you lost yourself in, found yourself in, and lost yourself in again. I am the icebox in which you have conformed into. I am the caregiver you have chosen to neglect. I am the road most traveled on in which your footprints have been imprinted.I am your reflection.
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