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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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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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
It was always going to end badly.
A reflection on the remnants of a relationship that slowly faded away, all that is left is memories. A heartfelt write
Some are meant not to be together.
So true
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. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Some relationships should come with a health warning.
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!
Lol, society brought them together for a while.
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.
Spot on, life in the raw.
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