fond memories of us “rolling like thunder”
steamy hot summers
sweat dripping on one another
often i wonder
Would it be less painful
To be made to forget you
Visit a hypnotist
& obliterate the memory of your kiss
& other numerous trysts…
Just to make me chuckle
You know i am humorous
Belts would unbuckle…
Knickers left in heaps…
You played for keeps…
These feelings are deep…
How could i take away
My ability to recall all those soirees
We gave them something to talk about
Many gossip about those stories
i miss you i’m sorry
is it better to have known love
and lost it
than to have never felt
such sparks n
yet experience such heartache
n bitter breaks
Some grow cold and so heartless
Stiff like shirts when you starch it
Tears now not wanted
They run from love not flaunt it…
Moving targets
Rolling stones
Some end up in strange new places
Far from their birth in palatial homes
Made into objects
Possessions or treated like meat…
From the market…
Some like me are die hard romantics
My truth is so tragic
The tears i have wept
Unable to recreate that lost magik
Won’t you save me from this hell?
Cast me under your spell?
Outkast
i drive fast
Just like Lawrence
On my way to a florist
No one to buy flowers for…
But maybe just maybe i might see a
young loverboy buying some for a maiden
he adores…
Such sights encourage me
To continue trying more and more…
