Golden Handcuffs

Readership Blues

The one I love will never love me

I don’t pray to God

He’s got alot on his mind already

My lungs are grey

From all the times I smoked you away

You said don’t let your heart win

I try but not when my body is filled with Gin

You spend your money

Faster than how you make it

You were caught red handed

But it‘s never your fault

Maybe you are a saint and guilt is what I commanded

You faced me with lies

But it was the truth that made you look away

Life is a bore and what is love anyway

I am an angel a soldier of God his favourite girl

I put a spell on you and my golden handcuffs

If you can be forgiven then anyone can

I left you in peace and ran from this whirl

Your hair must have gotten shorter

And you might have went blond

Like Luke Glanton like you always talked about

We used to play the blues

And dance on the articles

To the faces of the criminals

And drank the finest blended scotch

Before the melancholy and the deathwatch

I want to love you true

But I save the best of me to heaven

You are vigorous but I got you begging

You know how I close the door

But I never lock it

so when you finish playing

You can always knock it.

  • Author: Readership Blues (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 3rd, 2023 18:37
  • Category: Love
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  • Bobby O

    May I inquire? Is the tiny bit of ambivalence for a sort of protection if your emotions,? A habitual posture or a strategy that deflects pressure? Or maybe be e its a function of a particular association?

    • Readership Blues

      Thank you for your insightful comment on my poem. The presence of ambivalence in my writing is not necessarily a deliberate strategy or a means of deflecting pressure. Rather, it serves as a reflection of the complex emotions and perspectives that can exist within a single experience or moment. It allows for a sense of depth and openness, leaving room for interpretation and personal connection. However, every reader may interpret a poem differently, and it's fascinating to see how various associations and experiences can shape their understanding. I appreciate your inquiry and engagement with my work.

      • Bobby O

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