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This is a good one about love gone bad |
I held you once like a new mother holds her child for the first time Wit pride and astonishment With that awestruck look of unconditional love and devotion That thankful look toward the heavens for this being that she Hold close to her beating heart But you broke away from my grip Loosened that loving embrace With continued lies and twisted plots I desired you once like a slave desires freedom Each day as he works in the hot delta sun, looking toward The sky, dreaming of better days But the flames of desire were fanned by your fabrications and perfume scented shirts I needed you once as the homeless need shelter from The cold January night air in northern cities Scurrying along the street, trying to escape the pain of its sting, Longing for the indoors But I became less needy upon discovering your flower shop receipts for Roses whose scent never danced under my nostrils and the telephone numbers Etched in eyeliner on jazz club napkins that adorned your jacket pockets I loved you once with a contentment like Chocolate Sundays, on lazy, rainy Sunday afternoons in bed, and Candlelit, Calgonic, enveloping jazz music, whirlpool bubble baths But that love dissipated after the truth of the lies behind your bedroom eyes Revealed itself to me and your image in my eyes changed like the reading of a haiku (Quickly) When once I would have been forgiving, understanding, kind even as you Made me high on your beautiful blackness I can now undoubtedly and with no regrets say F*&! YOU! |