Conversations With The Heiress

Willy Beeman

 

I wish I could hold you close, kiss you and let you know about my love.
About how I wish I was ok inside and that I'm sorry for all I've done.

The infidelity I was a part of, my low income and how I was ashamed of myself.
That you and those kids, our love and happiness is wealth.

Instead of seeing that my dreams had become a real thing.
Each time I look into your eyes I knew what they mean.

The subject of all the love songs I've heard in my life.
Especially the ones that focus on "You better do her right."

You never cared about my pocket or the the size of my house.
You loved me for who I am and that's what counts.

You never knew about the demon that comes with my person.
I ruined a perfect thing and you never deserved it.

How can I expect for you to see me the same, after the way that I acted and it was completely insane.

No matter how many girls I try to replace you with, I know it will never be.
The girls growing up, the boys having fun and just you and me.

Since the last time I felt your warmth...
Life has happened, life is taking its course.

These days I shut the world out except for day dreams about your kiss.
Some nights my Creole Queen and twice a week The Therapist.

I miss you so much and even more when it rains.
This is all self sabotaged, I'm the cause of this pain.

 

  • Author: Willy Beeman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2017 08:50
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • willyweed

    very well written
    we burn the bridges on the way hell!

  • Tony36

    Wonderfully written and expressed



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