Every part of me
has some residue of you
Laced into my memories
Is your ever being
The timbre of your voice
Deep, sound, and sure
The smell of your cologne
Bitter, woodsy, and smooth
That walk…..
No strut
That held so much purpose
Step by step
You knew how to make each one worth it
The look of worry and doubt
Hidden in those blue eyes
That would quickly turn green
As soon as you’re mesmerized
Do you know that your very touch
Could light my world full of fire
Yet with one word you could halt any hopes of desire
I looked for you
I dreamt of you
I prayed for you
I tried to change for you
I thought I made a place for you
In the smallest
but the most important part of my life
But in one moment…
In one breath…
With one word…
You ripped through the fabric of me
A 24-year stitch
You’ve broken a heart and rebuilt my wall of mistrust
Brick by boring brick
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Author:
Gloria Denise (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2024 21:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Tragic and sad but a lesson to be taught. Well expressed where I hear the anger that still remains.
I know....I like the concept 'brick by boring brick" ...evidence of some insight.
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