A poem about the men that have come and gone from my life. |
Married Tommy at age eighteen Treated me as if I were a queen Innocent- immature- naive, we were And smoked way too much reefer Together during a tumultuous time Broke- busted- without a dime I cry out loud, what went wrong? As I recall the end of our song. Then came Mr. Tricky Tim Jumped on him ~ in a whim He stayed until the party ended I have to admit ~ it was splendid Always eager to remove my blouse Oh so easy to get aroused His love for me he couldn’t deny Until the lil’ cute blondie walked by I chased down crazy Kelly Let him hang till full in the belly He contributed so much to my life Booze, violence, anger and strife He made me cry more then anyone alive When over, my desire was to simply survive He punched holes in my self-esteem But I’ll be damned if he killed my dream! Then backward Brian stepped into the scene He and his psycho ex, he placed me between It didn’t take long for me to learn I was his tool to make her return He was considered a talented builder Crowds watched in bewilder He was just as good at tearing down In my tears, he left me to drown Talking to Charlie on the net Made our minds up, we met He was everything I wanted him to be Well, at least that was his plea I moved fourteen hundred miles away To be with the image he portrayed All the sudden things had changed I discovered the man was deranged Stopped in a tavern for a drink Raging Robby shot me a wink My scornful behavior made me his quest I was his challenge ~ he was obsessed With some time, I began to care Of his violent nature, I then came aware First and last time a man left a bruise Out the balcony flew his shoes. Tragic Travis came in to play Throwing my world into disarray His body withdrawing from crack On me, He proposed an attack Consider the past, my emotions ignite My fists up, I’m ready to fight Seeing my fury he then vanished From my life, he was banished Bingeing Bobby tried to play the part Until it required anything from the heart I really wanted this one, had so much hope I asked for sobriety, he couldn’t cope Affection from him was like from a brick wall In frustration I verbally mauled I offered remorse, he chose not to forgive To his surprise I continue to live ~ Barry, Dave, Joey and Daniel Thomas, Kenneth, Bill and Nathaniel James, Robert, Mike and Paul And several others I don’t recall Have all come and gone with the days Possible they were just a phase Some left with my heart ablaze Others I made leave in a craze Could it be I should consider my ways? And step outside this tangled maze. Oh My…Who is that guy? I fix my gaze As I whisper softly in a haze. |