She Said She Loved Me.

kevin browne

It seems such a long time since you saw our baby
Whilst I ruined the bedroom
She said she loved me, but only on Sundays
She said she loved me
She thinks I just became useless
All tied up waiting on a whim
But, I know she's wrong
And the possibilities I wanted
When I had turned twenty-one
And all those millions of people
Had offerings of how I should be
But, they'll never touch me
And she won't see me
If I treated her mean
I really didn't mean to
But, that's how it goes
And the way she can change you
To buy all the clothes she likes
I think I'd like to
But, I really don't want to
Can't I be left alone so I can write
it all down and rest for a while and
she'll soon be saying sweet goodnight
Only if she wants to
If I treated her mean
But, I really don't think so
And I can't bear her not anywhere near
Somewhere where it's hot
And I'd like to say I'd think so
There'd be no one without her
If I'm her boyfriend or not
Sounds like I'm mean
But, please don't say I said so.
Now everyone has seen our love
I'd really like the way love moves
And when she told me
If she'd love enough
I'd still sing my lover's song
I'd still live in my own poverties
I'd still sleep on conscience
And bring everyone peace.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2019 16:12
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  • Neville

    Filled with feeling of sadness, sorrow and loss.. Although I sense a touch of residual hope maybe...and there are certainly many lines I would have liked to have written myself... Neville

    • kevin browne

      There's always hope in whatever we do or write. Its how your pen puts it across towards a perceived judgement of knowing there's always a different opinion in a life of which you can imagine in the written word. You push the tide out and it'll come back and drown you. Go with the ebb of your existence and allow the flow of poetry to rinse your brain from the deadly deep ocean where currents will carry you away forever. Yea, There is a residual connection on whether to fight love or battle with it in as many words you can. Thanks for your wondeful comment.

      • Neville

        more than a pleasure & true...



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