I KNEW IT WOULD BE NEVER I
It’s Rough to Admit you pushed Truth away, especially when it’s near .
Overtaken by a clouded mind that wouldn’t see it clear.
Shaken, frozen in place, forcing a smile born of recurring fear. Tentatively advising HER(?), while whistling past the hollow
“Follow your heart”, sounding not profound , a magic rescue won’t appear, as I hear my futile diction trying hard to steer a tired fiction to her inattentive ear.
Measure not the figment dance , nor the ticking clock of scant romance , knowing rare chance For love real has disappeared
Realizing my dream prepared was still very much untaken
Leaping into just a wishful thinking trust? a flawed presumption and sadly so mistaken
Freshly bruised , Neatly brushed, newly wise, now must adjust , design function search to find true love,
robust and not forsaken.
Bobby O