Marie

Paul Bell

My Marie, wasted so much time watching

Sat behind your image, I always wondered

Type me another picture, so I can look inside your head

Reach the final thread

 

When all the words are said and done

And times we have no longer fun

Please remember how it all began

Cause no one won, no one won

 

My Marie, did you really think I’d change

Become your love, rearrange my life to suit your soul

Could we really be such fools

Expect to change the rules forever

 

When all the words are said and done

And times we have no longer fun

Please remember how it all began

Cause no one won, no one won

 

My Marie, another picture in another place

Dirty talk, dirty sleaze

Lousy love that didn’t please

High-class bitch, fucking tease

 

When all the words are said and done

And times we have no longer fun

Please remember how it all began

Cause no one won, no one won

 

My Marie, dressed to thrill, stocking tops where guys would kill

Pink champagne upon your breasts

Trickling down your shaven nest

Sighs to screams, frenzied pace

Champagne and love, the sultry taste

 

When all the words are said and done

And times we have no longer fun

Please remember how it all began

Cause no one won, no one won

 

My Marie, we fight goodbye

Mocking insults, tears to cry

Words like daggers deep inside

Daggers deep inside

Goodbye, Marie, our time has come

The pictures running dry

Sat behind your image, I always wondered why

 

One day I was feeling all alone

Felt so really down

Remembered a pair of lacy pants

And put them to my brow

Champagne and scent came flooding back, and time began to clear

For a fleeting moment I had you

And then you weren't there.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of a relationship built on passion like a house built on sand has no foundation and soon will be washed away. A poem that seems more a song to be sung and drift away on the wind. Lovely

    • Paul Bell

      It was always going to end badly.

    • Poetic Licence

      A reflection on the remnants of a relationship that slowly faded away, all that is left is memories. A heartfelt write

      • Paul Bell

        Some are meant not to be together.

        • Poetic Licence

          So true

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Paul, this is powerful. The refrain of “no one won,” the flashes of lust and anger, the ache of memory...you’ve given us a visceral, unflinching piece. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Paul Bell

            Some relationships should come with a health warning.

          • Tristan Robert Lange

          • Doggerel Dave

            Head and shoulders above many portraits of tortured relationships. I don't go for the theme generally, but this is well worth making an exception.

            PS: I'm old school; 'shaven nest' ? - quelle horreur!

            • Paul Bell

              Lol, society brought them together for a while.

            • Friendship

              Well written, your poem "My Marie" explores themes of love, regret, and the complexities of relationships. It reflects on the struggle of trying to maintain a connection with someone while grappling with the realization that change and fulfillment may be unattainable. The speaker expresses a sense of nostalgia and loss, indicating that despite the passion and desire, the relationship ultimately leads to pain and a sense of defeat.

              • Paul Bell

                Spot on, life in the raw.



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