i wonder;
three hundred
thoughts plundered
& wondered;
one too many laps
a two time relapse
one of your wonder
-ful traps.
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i wonder;
three hundred
thoughts plundered
& wondered;
one too many laps
a two time relapse
one of your wonder
-ful traps.
you told me not to worry
about what tomorrow would be like
how we would eat
or how we would pay our bills.
even after you passed;
i always knew
you’d still be looking
over my shoulder
telling me
it would be okay.
i remember
very little;
i loved the way
you carried my memories –
but after a while
i guess
you got tired.
at our finger tips
something crystal clear
before man made smog
it was the light
from over the hills
no clouds; on the horizon
i found comfort in the dark
yet it’s your heart that scares me
i lost warmth in the light
but it’s your words that terrify me
our memory; is tainted
by beating lies
i remember
when everything was put together,
like the lego x-wing
before it crashed;
& fell to pieces.
now that the baby is gone;
i saw your true colors,
& it’s not what i wanted
your hand reached for mine;
fingers danced like petals on a breezy day
up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.
it’s not that i don’t trust you
i don’t trust myself
to see you
for what you do
not for what you say;
every lie is a dime out of my pocket
& out of ten-
i came up short
to pay
for the next.