november poem,
beautiful as the words written
november poem left me in favour
yet leaving me empty, and running to the wishing well
i find the desiring for more growing day by day
but never getting anything more than an image of what was
november poem,
passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips
and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –
happy birthday, this is my new year
another year added, and another year passed
the dream that was real, suddenly went away
and the that tears that keep falling, make me stronger – exit stage right
but you lingered and i find you past the point of no return
my body numb, my mind feeling trapped
all in a game that i couldn’t even win
too far to go back, too close to quit on these foreshadows
november poem,
passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips
and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –
you make it impossible not to think of you
november poem
on the thin door of my core , the hurt quickly comes knocking back
and i still find myself standing in the pool of consequences
i went and fucked it all up, you and me, something we never had
ship wrecked, leaving me picking up all pieces, where does all the time go?
the winds whipped them all around, and all that made sense, didn’t.
every memory and every thought scatter like falling autumn leaves
november poem,
passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips
and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –
you locked me up, and threw away the key, oh –
november poem
november poem,
passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips
and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –
you locked me up, and threw away the key, oh –
november poem
c. november 2013 bgw
Reblogged this on bradford graham west and commented:
a great little poem worth sharing again – bgw
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