The Cruelest of All Bed Partners
Just look at me, why don’t you
I am not broken,
okay, maybe bruised a touch
and disillusioned ..
So why does it still hurt so much ..
Just look at me, why don’t you
I am not a token,
but maybe, an accessory perhaps
and though not broken, should you
dare to look, you just may see the cracks ..
Just look around, why don’t you
I am not joking ..
Reality is a cruel, conniving thief ..
Once I thought you perfect
but truth and time, stole that belief ..
Just look and see, why don’t you,
forget the games
and delusions the dream is lost
and all but shattered,
reality and time are such cruel bed partners ..
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Neville (
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Good write N.
It's surprising what some poets on here know about KP.
Ahh, so you know that her botox cracks?! lol. Last line of verse 2.
You need to keep the blinds drawn & hush up about her, I thought I could make out a red dot on each of your foreheads ..
Truth and time oh so very beautiful dear Nev, we certainly cannot hide from that. 🌹
I tried for so long but in the end, I was obliged to submit .. but you my fair maiden have so many more miles left to put on the clock .. 🌹
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Rich and complex with progress and change conveyed by strong structure...Yes - got this one Neville.
You just dog gone dun it again don'tcha .. Cheers Dave
Well N, age, depending on how you look at it can either be your friend or your enemy. But it's always at your side. 🙄
Now you put it like that, I can see you are write .. Cheers AP .. Neville 👍
You can't argue with age N, I tried and got nowhere. 🙄
Fine wine gets better with age.
I'll drink to that .. cheers .. Neville
Time certainly is a thief, but age can have its blessings too. So maybe your title is painting it black. I like what one of your other callers said. Fine wine ages well.
At a time in my life where the glass feels half empty, I now tend to loiter by the bar with a spare bucket handy .. many thanks Chris .. Neville
To be clear eyed in love seems an oxymoron, when the headiness of romance clouds ones vision. And when the cracks begin to appear there comes the hurt of disillutionment. You wrap it all beautifully in this poem my friend. The last line perfect!
How can one possibly get inside another's head like that, not just once, but repeatedly .. thank you so much Bella 💛
Time does change many things in our life Neville but if we are strong enough the best things in our lives can be kept in it.
Andy
and who in their write mind is gonna argue with that eh' .. not me & that's for sure .. ta Andy 🙂
truth and time stole the beliefs....woah. i love how you've put this
Bless you mirrorball, how very kind & much appreciated your visit most surely is .. Neville
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